Chapter 85 She is a Friend of Mr. Miller


    Minh blinked at her, his expression appearing rather causal and rxed. Isabe even felt that he had


    already got used to such kind of dinner.


    As expected, after having a few bites, those men started to raise their sses.


    Someone smiled at Isabe, “Miss Jones, you are the onlydy today, so we should toast to you first."


    "No, no... you''re too courteous, how can I let you toast me?” Isabe stood up politely with a smile, but


    she actually felt upset.


    The manager let everyone toast her at the very beginning, and she couldn''t find any excuse to refuse.


    Moreover, three of them must get drunk if she had the first drink.


    Compared to these wily men, she clearly didn''t have enough experience. They clearly wanted to bully


    her today.


    However... She didn''t have any other choices now. After all, Minh and John didn''t know that she


    couldn''t drink now either.


    Mr. Stockughed loudly, "Since we''re friends, that''s not important!"


    After thinking for a second, Isabe smiled lightly and clinked his ss, "You''re right. Since Benton has


    been cooperating with yourpany, then we''re naturally friends."


    With that, she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes as she drank the whole ss of alcohol.


    Most of these men attended such dinner very frequently, so they disdained for wine. They usually


    prefer Whiskey.


    She immediately felt a burning sensation.


    Although Isabe tried to restrain herself, the intense difort still made her frown.


    "You have a good capacity for liquor, Miss Jones." As Mr. Stock smiled, he also looked at with his eyes


    full of desire.


    Suppressing the difort in her throat, Isabe said half-jokingly: "The first ss is for everyone. But


    I''m a woman, and I can drink far less than Mr. Stock. So I hope that you can be magnanimous. I''ll let


    our Mr. Smith drink with you it next time."


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    She intentionally mentioned Mr. Smith. Since these men were all smart people, she intended to tell


    them that if they still wanted to force her, it may affect thepany interest.


    However, those men seemed not to understand what she really meant. Faust, who rubbed the grease


    from his mouth,ughed: “Miss Jones, you are killing the vibe. The dinner just started yet, and you''ve


    juste to Leeds, so we should treat you well. If Mr. Smith were here, we may even drink throughout


    the night."


    Hearing this, Isabe clenched her teeth subconsciously.


    These foxy old men!


    Clearly, they didn''t want to let Isabe return so easily tonight, no matter how much they would drink.


    As she was still thinking, Minh suddenly stood up. He was around 1.8 meters tall, much taller than


    Isabe. He casually patted her shoulder, and calmly pushed her back onto her seat. Then he smiled


    and said: “Our manager is ady, so she''s not that good at drinking. Let me toast you, Mr. Faust."


    Being startled for a second, Faust thenughed loudly, "Ah, young man, good, so good..."


    Seeing that Minh was just a young man, Faust knew that he could drink no more than two sses.


    He gave Minh a disdainful look, then drank the entire ss without taking a single sip.


    Isabe''s face darkened. Looking at Minh, she started to be worried.


    If he kept drinking like this, he would be in hospital in one hour.


    When she raised her head again, Minh had already put down his empty ss, then wiped his mouth


    and gasped for breath, whose smile now be more roguish, "The whiskey is good, but please forgive


    me, if we drink too much, we may not be able to visit Polygon tomorrow."


    Isabe frowned. Polygon?


    They weren''t n to visit Polygon this time.


    "Polygon?" The men across him were stunned for a moment as well.


    Mr. Stock sat down, smiling, “Which Polygon are you talking about?"


    John asked in puzzlement, "Is there any other Polygon Group in Leeds?"


    Faust''s smile slowly faded as he asked, "Benton has coboration with Polygon as well?"


    There were numerouspanies fought for a chance to corporate with Polygon. How could Benton, an


    averagepany, win their favour?


    Minh picked up some dishes for Isabe and exined causally: “Of course it does. After all, Polygon


    has a new filiale located right across the street of Benton. Most importantly, our manager is a good


    friend of Mr. Miller of Polygon, so it''s not a good thing to break the appointment tomorrow, is it, Miss


    Jones?"


    Then, he turned to look at Isabe , with his eyebrow raised.