Looking at his sharp and sarcastic words, Leah Thorne was speechless; she didn’t respond.
President Stone chuckled, "When President Xavier invites soone, that person dares to refuse. It seems that person must be special to President Xavier, or how else would they have the courage to refuse him?"
As he spoke, President Stone took out a cigarette and handed it to Justin Xavier, personally lighting it for him.
The scarlet fla danced as Justin Xavier furrowed his handso brows and took a drag from the cigarette. When he slowly exhaled the smoke, he glanced at Leah Thorne and said, pulling his lips into a smile, "She actually is my favorite now."
"Haha, President Xavier, I didn’t expect you’d fall for a woman’s tricks. This woman’s thods must be clever, letting you see but not touch, always teasing you, so you pamper her like this." Talking about won, President Stone was skilled, completely unaware of whom Justin Xavier was referring to.
Clever tactics...
Justin Xavier must have thought of sothing; he casually released a low chuckle from his strong throat, "Now that you ntion it, she does have so tricks."
Across from them, Leah Thorne: "..."
President Stone’s ignorance could be understood, but what is up with Justin Xavier? He must be doing this on purpose!
Amidst the swirling smoke, his deep, dark eyes remained fixed on her, intense and heated. Despite being in front of so many people, he truly showed no restraint.
Just then, her phone chid with a new ssage on WeChat; it was another ssage from Justin Xavier.
Leah Thorne opened it; it read—accompanying this old lecher, aren’t you afraid?
Leah Thorne’s pale fingers typed a response: can he be more lecherous than you?
Justin Xavier, that old lecher, must be thinking of stripping you naked.
Leah Thorne: but I feel your gaze has already stripped —President Xavier, you’re eyeing .
Justin Xavier’s tall, straight back was lazily nestled in the chair, cigarette in one hand, phone in the other. He looked at the word "eyeing" twice, then curled his lips into a wicked grin; he didn’t deny it.
At that mont, Director Wright approached with the drinks, "Co, President Xavier, President Stone, let pour you both a drink."
This ti, President Stone was intimidated and didn’t dare to have Leah Thorne pour the wine; he extended his own glass.
But the next second, Justin Xavier’s deep, magnetic voice sounded, "Leah, how can you be so clueless? President Stone just asked you to pour the wine, hurry over."
Justin Xavier personally asked Leah Thorne to co over and pour the wine.
Director Wright and President Stone stiffened; they were unsure of Justin Xavier’s intentions.
Leah Thorne’s eyelashes fluttered in surprise; she clearly didn’t expect him to make such a request. But since he had spoken, Leah Thorne stood up.
"Director Wright, let do it." Leah Thorne reached out for the wine and walked to President Stone’s side.
"Oh dear, Beauty Thorne with such precious status, how could I trouble you to pour wine, it’s too embarrassing." President Stone stood up as well, handing over his glass.
Leah Thorne prepared to pour the wine.
But just then Justin Xavier spoke again in a slow tone, "I rember President Stone can’t handle alcohol."
"..." President Stone’s hand froze, quickly retracting his glass, "Haha, President Xavier is right, I forgot, I can’t drink."
Justin Xavier looked up at Leah Thorne, "Leah, co here and pour a drink."
He pushed his empty glass towards her.
President Stone finally understood; Justin Xavier wanted Leah Thorne to pour the wine, but not for him—for Justin Xavier himself.
Leah Thorne glared at Justin Xavier but obediently walked over and poured wine into his glass.
"President Xavier, the wine is poured." Leah Thorne prepared to leave.
"Wait." Justin Xavier stopped her.
Leah Thorne felt this man had no end tonight. Of course, she understood; he had been inviting her to dinner all day, but she didn’t agree and ended up dining with President Stone, this old lecher. To soone as petty and vengeful as him, he surely wouldn’t let her off easily.
He had to do sothing to punish her, just to feel satisfied.
This was Justin Xavier’s way of doing things.
Leah Thorne paused in her steps, looking down at Justin Xavier, "President Xavier, what else do you require?"
Justin Xavier gestured towards the glass with his eyes, "Drink this wine and penalize yourself with a glass."
What?
Why should she... penalize herself with a glass?
"Sorry, President Xavier, I don’t drink." Leah Thorne turned to leave.
But suddenly, a well-defined hand reached out, grabbing her slender wrist, and with a forceful pull, her graceful body fell directly onto a strong thigh.
Leah Thorne quickly raised her eyes as Justin Xavier’s handso face magnified within her view.
He actually pulled her to sit on his thigh.
Hiss.
The luxurious private room was filled with gasps, as President Stone was stunned—Justin Xavier and Leah Thorne...
"President Xavier, let go of ...mm."
Leah Thorne tried to push him away, but the next second, Justin Xavier had already raised a glass of red wine, directly pressing it against her lips, pouring it down.
Leah Thorne, unprepared, swallowed a large mouthful, tightening her delicate brows. The red wine she failed to drink had already dripped down her chin, leaving stains on her dress, adding a bit of dishevelnt.
Leah Thorne raised her eyes, only to see Justin Xavier had withdrawn all his smiles. He looked down at her, cold and dominating, his black eyes showing unmistakable authority and displeasure.
Clearly, he was upset today.
Her disobedience had obviously provoked him; his expression turned sour.
"Drink this wine before leaving, didn’t you understand, or are you disobedient again?" he said in a low voice.
The whole luxurious private room was silent, so quiet that the fall of a pin could be heard perfectly, everyone watched the scene in shock.
At this mont, Justin Xavier forcefully held Leah Thorne in his embrace, harshly teaching her a lesson, almost as if... Leah Thorne was his private possession, exclusively kept.
Leah Thorne furrowed her delicate brows, already sensing the ominous aura emanating from him, realizing she had truly angered him.
He was just a madman; forcing her to drink was light—if she touched his reverse scale more tonight, he’d probably strip her unhesitatingly.
This red wine was quite strong; drinking it all would definitely make her drunk, and she still needed to discuss so matters with President Stone later, so being drunk was not an option.
Leah Thorne tilted her palm-sized, soft and charming face at him, suddenly relenting, "I’ll drink."
She drank a mouthful of red wine, eting his gaze with srizing eyes, her look holding a fragile allure.
However, after drinking it, she stopped, sticking out her tongue, her voice becoming tender, "This wine tastes bad, too spicy."
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