Chapter 120

I tried my best to suppress my troubled emotions, forcing a smile as I told Reynaldo, “No, eight glasses of wine will surely secure Mr. Humphrey's investment. It seems profitable, so why would Mr. Humphrey target me?”

Reynaldo tugged at his lip and looked at Anton. “Did you hear that?”

Anton merely snorted coldly and leaned back in his chair to smoke.

I smiled reassuringly at Winston, then tilted my head back and drank the fifth glass of wine. While drinking, I accidentally choked and began coughing violently. I grabbed the table's edge, coughing so hard I felt my internal organs might explode.

Winston lightly patted my back, sadly saying, “Don’t drink anymore, Ralda, really, don’t.”

I shook my head, smiling at him. “No, you can’t… cough… you must drink… cough… almost succeeded…” My head grew dizzy, my stomach churning and burning. I forcefully suppressed the discomfort and picked up the sixth glass.

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Only three glasses remained. I must hold on!

Suddenly, Reynaldo’s soft, eerie voice, cold as ice, rang out. “Do you know the consequences of drinking eight glasses of wine?”

I smiled drowsily. “These eight glasses were your request, right? Don’t waste words; once I finish, you invest in this project!”

Reynaldo, seemingly surprised by my actions, suddenly grew angry. He stared coldly, almost gritting his teeth, and said, “You’re willing to risk your life for his project’s success? Esmeralda, how much do you care about him?”

I was speechless. As Winston’s employee, what connection did I have with him while wholeheartedly helping him raise investments? I couldn’t understand. I had a headache and just wanted to finish the remaining three glasses and sleep.

However, as I raised my sixth glass, someone forcefully knocked it from my hand. Completely stunned, before I could react, Reynaldo grabbed me and hurried out.

“What were you doing?” I shook off his hand.

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But he held on tightly, my wrist painfully pinched. He seemed very angry, walking quickly and nearly dragging me along. I felt extremely uncomfortable, my stomach churning. He dragged me, and I felt like vomiting.

I grabbed his arm. “Slow down! I… I feel like vomiting…”

Reynaldo snorted coldly, pushing me into a bathroom. I bent over the sink, vomiting uncontrollably—everything I’d eaten that day, until only sour water remained. My stomach burned painfully. I leaned against the sink, feeling worse than dead.

In the mirror, Reynaldo leaned against the wall, smoking absentmindedly, occasionally casting a cold, sharp gaze towards me. I paused, then washed my face with water. The icy water cleared my mind.

Thinking about the project investment, I turned with effort and asked him, “Why did you drag me out? I still had three glasses to drink.”

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I walked unsteadily out. The next second, he pressed me against a cold wall. His cigarette-holding hand propped against my head, his other hand pinching my chin; he said coldly, “Didn’t you repeatedly claim you weren’t working for him?” Didn’t you claim no contact? What else did you say? Did you say you’d never be with him?

“Hey Esmeralda, do you want to see what you were doing?”

I pounded his chest, saying, “Don’t be like this, let’s… let’s talk.”

Reynaldo stared at me with a cold, terrifying gaze. He gritted his teeth, saying word by word, “You are now willing to sacrifice your life for his project.” How much did you really love him?

He spoke as he tightened his grip. I felt severe pain in my chin, as if he were about to crush it.