“I told them my Andrew is like a knight. He’ll protect me. But they didn’t believe me and told me to bring him over.”
In the VIP room, people showed a smile as they praised her.
“Bianca, you really have good taste. She didn’t pick anyone for so long, but when she did, it was someone special.”
"Mr. Russell spent a lot of money on Bianca. Everyone in the industry praises him for choosing power over beauty. Hahaha!"
"Exactly," the man with a big belly said, lifting his wine glass.
"Bianca, why don’t you toast to Mr. Russell, too?"
I stopped walking and froze just as I was about to open the door.
Andrew was allergic to alcohol. In fact, he never drank. Even at business events, I was always the one who drank for him.
I stared at the wine glass in front of Andrew and watched Bianca act cute, saying, "I don’t drink so. Andrew wouldn’t let me."
"Isn’t that right?" she said again, clinging to his arm.
Then Andrew picked up the wine glass. His face was cold as he looked at the man.
"Bianca won’t drink, Sir," he said.
"If there’s a toast, Mr. Johnson and I will drink instead."