Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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!”

a mix of frustration and helplessness. He patted her shoulder and said,

concerned about the excessive alcohol intake

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

Anthony’s caring gesture towards Lisa, feeling a

a few glasses, but she foolishly remarked, “Mr. Anthony is so kind to Mrs. Crawford!

statement was somewhat

David, holding a piece of roast duck, accidentally dropped his fork. He quickly picked it up and put it back in the bowl, looking at Violet with

although somewhat intoxicated, immediately realized that everyone’s

composed demeanor as a well-mannered young lady. “What I meant was that their relationship is truly admirable. I hope to find someone like that in the future

anything, but he had already made some guesses and was

to Violet later. If she had any intentions toward Anthony, he would sever ties and lecture

stood up to ease the awkwardness. “Mr. Anthony, I propose a toast! Thank you for your

picked up his

The atmosphere eased momentarily.

sat back down, Lisa leaned

to take the white wine from David’s

been drinking

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

it was more expensive than red wine… she had to

she would be missing out

spent money to treat them. Not a drop should

quick reflexes, grabbed Lisa’s hand. “No more drinking,” he reprimanded.

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

was now

the bottle of white wine and poured

well and took the initiative

pressed his forehead, giving Lilly a look

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

silent once

was secretly sneering in her

and so many glasses consumed. This time,

Crawford, how did you win over Mr. Anthony? So