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    “Alexander.”


    Alexander gave a short nod towards the manager.


    “Go ahead.”


    The manager’s eyes gleamed, and he hurried off to bring the wine.


    Lillian pped her hands, nodding with exaggerated glee.


    “Ah, just as I expected from Mr. Bet. Ten million spent for the sake of love—how heartwarming!”


    Alexander’s expression grew even grimmer.


    But Joyce couldn’t stop the rush of sweetness that filled her chest. Alexander had done so much for her today, more than she could have ever imagined. She decided that if Cedric didn’t treat her better, she would choose Alexander.


    A smug smile slowly spread across Joyce’s face as she thought about it. Meanwhile, Lillian couldn’t help but let out a faint, mocking smile. She couldn’t believe how naive Joyce was being.


    The wine was served.


    Joyce extended her hand to pour some for Lillian, but Lillian quickly covered her ss, stopping her. Joyce stared at her, confused.


    “Since you’re the host, you should be the one drinking,” Lillian said, elongating the sentence as she nced at Alexander.


    “Or maybe Mr. Be will take care of this for you?”


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    Alexander was about to reply, but Lillian interrupted with augh.


    “This is between women. If a man steps in, things could get tricky. My family has enough people who can handle their drinks. Should I bring a few over?”


    Alexander froze, his hand hovering in mid-air.


    The wine sat on the table, the money already spent.


    Joyce gritted her teeth, clearly irritated, but then lowered her head and downed three sses in quick session.


    “There! Happy now? Can we get to the business?”


    Lillian watched her, a smirk spreading across her face. She was still seething over the fire video—just the thought of it made her blood boil. Did Joyce really think three sses would fix everything? No way.


    “Alright, we’ll discuss business, but only when I feel like it,” Lillian replied, her grin growing.


    “Go ahead and continue drinking.”


    Joyce had been protected her whole life. Her mother never let her drink, and even in situations where pushy elders insisted, it was always Dani who stepped in to drink for her.


    Now, after only three sses, Joyce’s vision began to blur. Her head was spinning, and her temper red with every ounce of difort. mming her hand on the table, she snapped, “Are you making fun of me?”


    Lillian crossed her arms andughed.


    “Yes, I am. What are you going to do about it?”


    Joyce’s face turned bright red, a mix of rage and embarrassment. She tried to rise from her seat, but the alcohol had already taken control. Her legs buckled, and she stumbled back, copsing heavily into her chair and leaning against the table for support.


    Lillian scoffed dismissively before turning her attention to Alexander, subtly tilting her chin in his direction.


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