“Since it’s your fault that everyone’s mood is ruined, shouldn’t there be some kind of punishment?”
He called a friend to bring over a bottle of vodka.
“Down this, and I won’t report you to your company.”
To everyone’s shock, Sophia didn’t hesitate. She grabbed the bottle and gulped it down in one go.
Even Ryan hadn’t expected that. He quickly snatched the bottle from her hand and smashed it on the ground in anger.
“I told you to drink, and you really did? Have you forgotten you’re allergic to alcohol?”
His tone was harsh, but the concern hidden in his words made the people around exchange strange looks.
They all turned toward me, waiting for me to show some heartbreak.
As they wished, I clenched my teeth so hard it hurt.
Just days ago, I had gone through endless favors and connections to hire a top-tier photographer.
But right when the photographer was about to agree, Ryan told me he had already arranged one.
I rarely argued with him. The one time I refused, he ignored me coldly, so I had no choice but to give in.
I never expected the photographer he chose would turn out to be Sophia.
The first time I even heard Sophia’s name was from Mrs. Miller.