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!”

mix of frustration and helplessness. He patted her shoulder and said, “Listen to

fine, he was concerned about the excessive alcohol intake and its impact on her

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

towards Lisa, feeling a

it was the effect of drinking a few glasses, but she foolishly remarked, “Mr. Anthony is so kind to Mrs.

statement was

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

somewhat intoxicated, immediately realized

her 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

had already made some guesses

later. If she had

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

picked up his

The atmosphere eased momentarily.

Anthony sat back down, Lisa leaned over

take

had been drinking

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

heard that it was more expensive than red

like she would be missing out if

had spent money to treat them. Not a drop

quick reflexes, grabbed Lisa’s hand. “No more drinking,” he reprimanded. “It’s impolite to drink any

Crawford wants to drink. I’ll accompany her. It’s fine, Mr. Anthony. Let’s all

now

bottle of white wine and poured a glass for

well and took the initiative to drink first. “Mrs. Crawford, I toast

in silence, he pressed his forehead, giving Lilly a look as if

a look that said, “If you’re not

fell silent

in her heart: Hmph, fools are

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

intentionally said, “Mrs. Crawford, how did you win over Mr. Anthony? So many people