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“Mr. Galatea, you don’t have to feel embarrassed. Whether to cooperate or not is entirely up to you.”

Before Reynaldo could speak, I quickly flattered Matthew, “But I believe Mr. Galatea’s judgment in choosing to work with our company must be right.”

Matthew laughed heartily at my praise.

Why did Reynaldo look at me with such a cold and eerie gaze when I had clearly pleased the customer?

Matthew said, “Oh, Mr. Humphrey, this ex-wife of mine is really a sweet talker.”

Reynaldo sneered coldly, seemingly unwilling to concur. Matthew ignored his expression, his eyes fixed on me. He laughed and said, “You are much stronger than that soft and weak beauty next to you.”

Kimberly immediately pursed her lips in grievance, her eyes welling with tears.

I was about to intercede—we were all from the same company, and her tears would reflect poorly on us.

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Little did I know that, as soon as I opened my mouth, Reynaldo calmly said, “Everyone has their own strengths; I don’t think anyone is better than anyone else.”

Matthew laughed. “So, Mr. Humphrey doesn’t think your ex-wife is stronger than this delicate beauty?”

Reynaldo remained silent. I pursed my lips, a hint of self-mockery and bitterness welling up. Even in this situation, he still protected Kimberly.

Matthew straightened, smiling. “It seems Mr. Humphrey still prefers this delicate beauty. Well, if Mr. Humphrey had taken a fancy to Ms. Duffy, she wouldn’t have become Mr. Humphrey’s ‘ex-wife.’”

The words “ex-wife” held a deep meaning. Reynaldo frowned.

Johnathan quickly said, “Come, Mr. Galatea, let me offer you a drink.”

Matthew faintly smiled. “It’s no fun drinking with you. You should change your personality a bit.”

Johnathan: …

Matthew glanced at Kimberly. Oh, hadn’t Mr. Humphrey said everyone has their own strengths? “Since this delicate beauty doesn’t have a sweet mouth, her alcohol tolerance should be good, right?”

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Matthew then asked the woman beside him to pour Kimberly a glass of wine. He smiled at Kimberly. “If I have to drink, I’ll drink with a beauty. Come on, little beauty, let’s have a drink.”

Kimberly forced a smile. “I’m sorry, Mr. Galatea, I… I can’t drink alcohol due to my health condition.”

Matthew’s face darkened. He chuckled. “Not drinking at a gathering like this? Do you think you’re here to play?”

My heart skipped a beat. He mustn't make me drink later. I'm pregnant and can't touch alcohol.

Faced with Matthew’s displeasure, Kimberly looked at Reynaldo with tears in her eyes, helpless and grieved. Reynaldo glanced at her, then raised his glass. “Mr. Galatea, let me have a drink with you.”

Matthew leaned back, pulling at his tie with a half-smile. “I said I just wanted to drink with a beautiful woman, and Mr. Humphrey, you’re not being sincere at all. What’s the point of bringing a woman who can’t drink?”

Although Matthew’s face showed no anger, his eagle-like eyes held stubbornness.