FreeGoodNovelChapter 83
Chapter 83:
“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 clapped her hands, nodding with exaggerated glee.
“Ah, just as | expected from Mr. Bennett. 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA 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 sfor Lillian, but Lillian quickly covered her glass, 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 glanced 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 a laugh.
“This is between women. If a man steps in, things could get tricky. My family has enough people who can handle
their drinks. Should | 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 glasses in quick
succession.
“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 glasses would fix everything? No way.
“Alright, we'll discuss business, but only when | 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 Daniela who stepped in to drink for her.
Now, after only three glasses, Joyce's vision began to blur. Her head was spinning, and her temper flared with
every ounce of discomfort. Slamming her hand on the table, she snapped, “Are you making fun of me?”
Lillian crossed her arms and laughed.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Yes, | 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, collapsing 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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