The Untouchable Ex Wife by Mizuki Sei

Chapter 138

Like a proud emperor, Stefan sat there and haughtily glanced at the glass in Renee’s hand, which was filled to the brim with orange juice.

“Is that how you show your sincerity towards this industry?” He sneered.

“Sincerity is measured by what I do,” Renee retorted coldly, “not what I drink.”

She then turned to the top figures in the room and humbly stated, “Gentlemen, please forgive me for drinking orange juice instead of wine. I’m allergic to alcohol so unfortunately, I can’t join you for a glass. Nonetheless, please know that I hold all of you in the highest regard.”

“Orange juice instead of wine?” Stefan scoffed. “Do you think this is child’s play? The world of business is a battlefield where people fight to the death. No one here has any time to play with you. If you can’t adapt to this world, you’d better just go home now and not waste anyone’s

time.”

Hearing this, the crowd immediately sensed a rivalry between them. If they did not pick the right side, their days in the field would be numbered. And so, they targeted Renee, echoing the sentiments that Stefan just made.

“Mr. Hunt has a point, Ms. Everheart! No one drinks orange juice at the bar. Are you making

fun of us here?”

be the

you’re a wo association, but surely

right?”

director of the association, you will have to attend a lot of events in the future where socializing is necessary. If you can’t adapt to this kind

He stared at Renee with a smug expression on his face, as if looking down at a pesky bug who

embarrass her! The truth was that Renee could hold her liquor remarkably well. The only problem was that

any alcoholic drink.

not touch

‘since Stefan is trying to challenge me, I’ll just have to teach him what regret really feels

great point, Mr. Hunt. It is my fault that I never

entire glass of orange juice in one gulp and picked up the wine decanter from the table. She poured herself a full glass of red wine, then, with a mysterious expression on her face, she turned to Stefan and suddenly said, “But wait! What’s the fun in just drinking the wine? Why don’t we play a finger guessing game, Mr. Hunt? If you win, I’ll drink as

status and reputation, he had never played such a trivial drinking game with anyone before, much less a

might lose? If you’re afraid of a woman, Mr. Hunt, then I think you’re even less suited

shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. However, considering these two used to be married to each other in the past, they could not help but wonder if

at her coldly with his searching eyes and asked, “Are

loser must agree unconditionally to anything that the winner

you regret it later.” Stefan clasped his long fingers together. It was such a rare sight to see him