Chapter 817


    It wasn''t untilter that Agnes had an epiphany. Why had Ryder made such a point of introducing her to


    everyone, and then introducing each one of them to her?


    She was just a humble journalist, yet there she was, suddenly thrust into the limelight as if she were the


    star of the show.


    A twinge of difort settled in Agnes'' stomach.


    During the dinner, she tried her best to remain silent, focusing solely on navigating her way through the


    meal.


    The others were deep in conversation about business developments and market prospects.


    Agnes just let their words wash over her, barely registering. But even as she tried to blend into the


    background, it was as if the others wouldn''t allow her to fade away.


    Midway through the dinner, the project leads and managers started to take turns toasting her.


    It was highly unusual. These were men and women of stature, not given to lowering their shields so


    casually.


    Agnes didn''t want to drink, and she knew her limits—both in consumption and behavior.


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    Past embarrassments, fueled by alcohol, were lessons she didn''t care to repeat.


    But these folks were silver-tongued, persuading her with ease.


    With a few choice words, they left her cornered, with no graceful way to decline.


    Ben and the others were already tipsy, unable toe to her aid even if they wanted to.


    Involuntarily, Agnes'' gaze sought Ryder.


    He knew she didn''t drink. Yet there he was, leisurely enjoying his meal and wine, seemingly oblivious to


    her plight.


    Agnes sighed inwardly. It was naive to think Ryder would help her.


    With no other recourse, Agnes sipped minimally. But after two sses, her demeanor shifted.


    Once the alcohol hit, all bets were off.


    Next thing she knew, Agnes was the one initiating toasts, drinking heartily.


    The table''s atmosphere soared,ughter and witty banter filled the air.


    By the time Agnes made her rounds, she was visibly unsteady.


    Finally, she staggered over to Ryder, wine bottle in hand, and poured him a full ss.


    Her words slurred slightly, "Ryder, I''ve got something to say to you."


    Ryder looked up, his gaze resting on Agnes'' flushed, clearly intoxicated face, his voice steady and


    clear: "What is it?"


    Agnes, hand on his shoulder for bnce, confessed, "Ryder, I''m sorry."


    She tried to clink her ss against his, but Ryder didn''t reach for his drink. Undeterred, Agnes grabbed


    his ss from the table, touched it to hers, and muttered a solitary "Cheers."


    She downed her wine in one go.


    Ramona was the only one at the banquet who hadn''t touched a drop of alcohol. She watched Agnes


    with concern and had intended to dissuade the others from urging Agnes to drink, but seeing Ryder''s


    indifference, she hesitated.


    Surely Mr. Whitfield, Agnes'' family by extension, wouldn''t let harme to her. Yet he remained


    detached, watching the scene unfold as if from afar.


    By the time Ramona realized her mistake, it was toote.


    Agnes was already too far gone, toasting everyone in sight, unstoppable.


    After another round, Agnes poured herself another ss and continued, "Ryder, seeing you today... it''s


    really upset me. Do you know why? Because you''ve changed. You''ve abandoned medicine for


    business. I don''t think it suits you, it''s not you, you know?"