Estre regained herposure and sat down with a smile, “Mr. Jason, you sure can hold your liquor.”
Jason followed suit, sitting down while wincing and taking a sharp breath.
Catching his expression, Estre looked at him with a nce full of disdain, thinking to herself. “If you
can’t handle your drinks, why put on a show? Who are you trying to impress?”
Her contemptuous look didn’t go unnoticed, and Jason gritted his teeth, “Not even offering me a bite to
eat?”
Logan, catching the awkwardness, chimed in with a grin, “Estre, Mr. Jason went hard on the drinks.
Why don’t you serve him some veggies?”
With everyone watching, Estre couldn’t exactly refuse, so she begrudgingly forked a few green
beans onto Jason’s te.
As the alcohol started to loosen tongues around the table, the conversation picked up again. Jason
was half-listening to the chatter, his attention mostly fixed on Estre.
Serene, seated next to Drew, hadn’t taken her eyes off Jason and Estre the entire time. She knew
Jason was into Estre. He had intentionally downed that drink earlier, deliberately stirring up suspicion
about their rtionship to ward off potential suitors.
Having known Jason for years, she’d never seen him give anyone this much attention, not even Holly.
Serene envied that Estre could marry Jason, and Jason also cared about
her.
Post-dinner, Estre nonchntly ate the peanuts, eavesdropping on the banter, when suddenly she
felt a hand on her thigh under the table.
She turned to look at the person on her right, watching him chat away as if nothing were amiss.
However, his left hand was causing mischief under the table. Her face soured, and with a flick, she
snapped a nut shell onto the table in front of him.
Jason looked at the shell that had flown over, his fingers deliberately brushing against her under the
table as he leaned in and whispered cheekily, “Aren’t you usually quite bold and fiery?”
Without waiting for her response, his hand moved further.
Estre, expressionless while eating the nuts, thought to herself, no wonder he had pulled his chair
closer earlier, so he had this in mind all along.
When Jason’s hand ventured beneath her skirt Estre’s high-heeled foot came down hard on his. If
she had known about tonight’s dinner and Jason’s sleazy moves, she would never have worn a skirt.
Now she realized he’d taken advantage of the situation.
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Jason inhaled sharply from the pain but his hand lingered, sliding towards her inner thigh, “Estre, you
dare im you’re single in my presence?”
Estre’s hand mped down on his wrist, “Then stand up and tell everyone that I’m your
wife.”
His hand remained in ce and Estre, tired of pushing him away, grabbed him where it would hurt
most. The next moment, Jason turned pale.
Estre, still scrolling through her phone, acted as if nothing was happening. When Jason red at her,
she merely raised an eyebrow in challenge.
Not far from them, Serene had been watching the whole time. Although she hadn’t seen exactly what
they were doing, she had a hunch they were locked in a subtle battle.
Jason only showed such expressions and smiles when he was with Estre.
Unconcerned with Serene’s forlorn look, Estre casually remarked, “Your little mistress.
seems upset.”
Jason’s expression darkened, “Why should I care about her being upset?” He then reiterated, “I’ve told
you countless times, she and I are nothing.”
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Estre retorted, “Funny how you’re always so quick to exin yourself.”
“Would you stop being jealous if I didn’t?” Jason’s fair face was flushed with a hint of drunkenness, his
aristocratic nose still supporting his stylish gold-rimmed sses – handsome, arrogant, and a bit rogue.
Estre wasn’t fond of that line, shoving an unshelled walnut into his mouth, “You are not important
enough to make me jealous.”
“Can’t you
‘t you shell it before feeding me?” At Jason’s outburst, the rest of the table turned to them to see him
spitting out an unshelled walnut, which sent everyone into fits ofughter.
“Mr. Jason, you do know walnuts need to be shelled, right?”
“Yeah, Mr. Jason.”
“Mr. Jason, we heard you were dining here, and we’d like to offer a toast.” Just then, the private room
door burst open. The lead attorney from Future Vision Law Firm arrived with two colleagues, one of
whom was a young and attractive femalewyer.
When she entered and saw Estre sitting next to Jason, her smile froze on her face. Aa an old hand at
social and business gatherings, she could tell at a nce that Jason and Estre were flirting under the
radar. No wonder Estre had snagged Nelson International so quickly; she must have some slick
moves up her sleeve.
“Mr. Jason.” Despite her disapproval of Estre, the woman greeted Jason with a smile.
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As thewyers approached with sses in hand, Jason gave Drew a look quickly refilled his ss.
and Drew
After exchanging pleasantries, the femalewyer from Future Vision turned her attention back to
Estre, noticing her seatedfortably by Jason’s side with his arm. suggestively over her chair. The
woman felt a twinge of difort. So she addressed Estre, “Nelson International has been working
with Future Vision for three you, Ms. Estre, managed to pry it away just a year after joining. You must
possess. some remarkable talent.”
years, and
With that insinuation, the nces towards Estre became more probing. They had already been
curious when Jason had pulled her chair closer.
With the woman turning the conversation towards her, Estre looked up and replied coolly, “It’s simple.
I’m just more skilled than you.”
When this group of people first came in, Estre could tell they were up to no good. Their predatory
eyes were set on poaching Nelson International. And when Estre signed the legal representation for
Nelson International, Future Vision didn’t hesitate to discredit her behind her back.
In the cutthroat world of business, a woman’s reputation often hung by a thread, vulnerable to vicious
rumors. Still, when whispers suggested she was cozying up to Jason, Estre couldn’t help but wear a
smirk of amusement.
“Future Vision has been around for years, while Justice Guardians LLP is barely cutting its first teeth.
Ms. Estre, you seem too confident-perhaps you got some hidden talents? Otherwise, how on earth
would you score the seat of honor tonight?” The barbed words were like a match to tinder in the room
buzzing with corporate sharks.
The insinuation was clear, and the unspoken belief that Jason would leap to Estre’s defense was
laughable. Estre was a woman, indeed, but so was her adversary-anything Estre possessed, she
believed she had in spades.
With a sharp snap, Estre tossed the nuts onto the table. Rising to her feet with calcted ease,
Estre slipped her hands into the pockets of her chic pencil skirt. “So, Rachel, you’re implying I’ve
bent the rules, and hooked up with Jason to get ahead?” Her tone wasced with defiance and a hint of
mockery.
“Yeah.” Estre retorted unabashedly. “I’ve yed the game, and hooked up with him. But, darling, if
you’re green with envy, that’s on you, not me.”
She gave Rachel a once-over, her gaze sharp and dismissive. “But let’s be real, Mr. Jason wouldn’t
give you a second nce.” Estre pivoted towards the man in question, her eyes yfully challenging.
“Right, Mr. Jason?”