Sumr Sutton happened to walk past the guest who said the two were a perfect match.
Her gaze swept lightly over the person, and she sarcastically remarked, "What’s so matching? With Lily Winslow’s kindergarten-like personality, shouldn’t she find a kindergarten kid to match her better? If you can’t see well, go see a doctor. If you can’t speak properly, then speak less."
When she criticizes people, she doesn’t hold back at all; her tongue is sharp and biting.
The guest who had just comnted was left speechless by her retort.
Marshall Quinn quietly watched the scene, almost unable to hold back his laughter.
Today, Sumr Sutton really showed him sothing.
Her biting remarks were no less sharp than Adrian Walyon’s.
Marshall Quinn inexplicably sensed a hint of sourness in Sumr Sutton.
Why did she seem sour?
Marshall Quinn didn’t know.
With an indifferent expression, Sumr Sutton walked toward the buffet area.
She took two large plates of food for herself, found a chair, and sat down. Randomly stirring the food on the plate with a knife and fork, she buried her head and began to eat.
Sumr Sutton’s appetite wasn’t actually that big; it was just better than those bird-stomach actresses, but compared to average people, she didn’t eat much.
However, tonight she seed quite agitated, continuously eating with her head down, occasionally hacking at the food on her plate as if it were her enemy.
She ate quite a lot. After finishing two large portions, she went back to get a bunch of fruit.
At the reception, not far away, a gaze silently floated in her direction, landing on her and watching for a long ti without moving away.
Sumr Sutton was still chopping the fruit on her plate with the knife.
She used great force, staring fiercely at the fruit, as if she were imagining a person there.
Her hand had just been bandaged, and Marshall Quinn worried that if she gripped too hard, her wound might start bleeding again. He watched on with his heart in his throat.
"Miss Sutton, maybe we should stop eating? How about I introduce you to so clients, okay?" Marshall tried to snatch the knife from her hand, but Sumr Sutton suddenly slapped the tray loudly, causing Marshall to nervously retract his hand.
"I’m fine." Sumr Sutton replied blandly and continued eating with her head down.
"So, who pissed you off?" Marshall Quinn asked cautiously, looking at her.
Sumr Sutton quietly ate the fruit in her dish and ignored him.
Marshall Quinn had no choice but to sit beside her.
Sumr Sutton’s mood was written all over her face tonight.
She’d been unhappy ever since she arrived here, and Marshall Quinn could clearly see that.
While eating, she asked a server for two cups of low-alcohol cocktails, gulped them down, and reached for two more glasses from the server’s tray.
She kept drinking, and Marshall Quinn felt especially uneasy watching her.
If Sumr Sutton was upset, he could actually understand.
After Adrian Walyon left, it hit her hard, and he left a pile of company matters for her too.
Making a girl with no managent experience suddenly manage over a dozen companies, while still needing to intern at her original company—it’s a mountain of responsibilities that would make anyone feel overwheld.
Marshall Quinn interpreted Sumr Sutton’s frustration as stemming from her work issues.
Sumr Sutton’s stress was imnse, and sotis a little release wasn’t necessarily bad.
Marshall Quinn didn’t stop her and watched her drink more.
After Sumr Sutton had already consud several glasses, Marshall belatedly thought of a question: Can she handle her alcohol?
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