Lisa downed three consecutive glasses of wine, noticing that Violet was still holding her glass. Violet pretending to be composed. “Oh… Mrs. Crawford, you’re so generous!” she exclaimed, feigning surprise. “I didn’t expect this at all! How rude of me, I apologize!”

As she spoke, Violet personally came over to pour Lisa another drink.

Lisa stared at her, fully aware of her intentions.

She may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but she wasn’t foolish either!

Lisa extended her hand, signaling Violet to pour.

Finally, after Lisa had consumed four glasses of wine, Violet reluctantly took a sip.

Lilly shook her head discreetly while eating.

This auntie, she thought to herself, is truly…

For a brief moment, Lilly felt sympathy for Violet.

Aunt Lisa is impossible to get drunk!

Violet had a smile on her face as she praised Lisa repeatedly. Watching Lisa drink glass after glass, a sneer formed in Violet’s heart.

Foolishness truly begets foolishness.

She was easily manipulated into drinking ten glasses of wine.

Although Violet had to accompany Lisa in the process, she had only consumed five glasses herself!

Violet started to feel a bit lightheaded, but she didn’t think it was a big deal. She had never been drunk before and believed she would be fine now.

Finally, Lisa put down her glass, and Violet, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet, returned to her seat.

Anthony brought over a glass of warm water and asked with concern, “Are you okay?”

Lisa revealed her ten pearly white teeth and replied, “I’m fine! It’s delicious!”

helplessness. He patted her shoulder and said,

about the excessive

her sober up faster—Anthony had witnessed Lisa’s remarkable digestive capacity in the

watched Anthony’s caring gesture towards Lisa,

glasses, but she foolishly remarked, “Mr. Anthony is

was

of roast duck, accidentally dropped his fork. He quickly picked

intoxicated, immediately realized that everyone’s gaze

young lady. “What I meant was that their

already

she had any intentions toward Anthony, he would sever ties and

awkwardness. “Mr. Anthony, I propose a

picked up his glass and stood

The atmosphere eased momentarily.

back down,

out directly, intending to take the white wine from David’s

been drinking red

whiff of the aroma of the white wine, which seemed even more delightful

more expensive

would be missing out if she didn’t

Anthony had spent money to treat them. Not a drop should go to

more drinking,” he reprimanded. “It’s impolite to

stood up. “Mrs. Crawford wants to drink. I’ll accompany her. It’s fine,

now fully

even dared to reach for the bottle of white

a glass as well and took the

silence, he pressed his forehead, giving Lilly a look as if to say, “Aren’t you going to

that said, “If you’re not going to intervene, neither

silent once

her heart: Hmph,

wine mixed with white wine, and so many glasses consumed. This time, she will be

“Mrs. Crawford, how did you win over Mr.

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