Rebirth Swapped Bride: Married to a Ruthless Cursed billionaire Book2 Chapter 72: Drinking something from a stranger

Beauty turned her head slightly and saw Samuel, dressed in a black and white outfit.

Long ti no see, he seed to have beco more handso than before, still so quiet, giving people a sense of steadfastness.

"Samuel, happy birthday."

He took out a white box from his pocket and handed it to her, revealing a slight smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes were picturesque.

Beauty suddenly rembered that he had given her sothing once, but it was rejected by the perverted uncle, Lucas.

At that ti, he had spoken very domineeringly, at the thought of this, she suddenly pursed her mouth and smiled.

"Why are you laughing?

Don’t you like the gift I gave you?"

"No, no, I’d still be happy even if you didn’t give a gift.

Thank you, Samuel, if there’s any negligence, I hope you can bear with it."

While saying this, she tucked the curl behind her ear, and the corner of her eye curved a bit, but before she could finish speaking, she saw Lucas approaching her with a cold air.

"Beauty, accompany to propose a toast, don’t forget that the protagonist today is you, not ."

As soon as his words fell, he grabbed Beauty’s hand and walked past Samuel without even lifting his eyelids.

The two figures once again got lost in the crowd.

Hannah looked in their direction foolishly, her face flushed red: "That Lucas is so handso!

As expected of the domineering CEO, suddenly it seems that he and Beauty are such a good match ..."

"Really? I don’t think so, that Mr. Lucas is not worthy of Beauty."

Having said this, Samuel walked away, his face expressionless.

Left behind was Hannah with an awkward face, she could only hang her head and find a place to sit down in the corner.

Standing next to Lucas, even when she wore her ten-centiter heels, she still needed to crane her neck just to speak to him.

She felt that given enough ti, her slender swan-like neck would snap one day.

"Congratulations, Miss Beauty, I heard you scored a place in the best university in our country, Oxford University.

Miss Beauty, you are truly a combination of beauty and brains.

It seems Mr. Emmanuel has added a valuable mber to his team."

The man bore a similar age as Lucas, well-maintained, wearing a pair of gold-rimd glasses, exuding a scholarly aura.

Being praised in front of Lucas, she felt a smudge of pride.

"Miss Beauty, let toast to you, wishing you academic success and early achievent as an elite of Mr. Marson’s company."

Lucas gave the waiter a nod, who promptly picked a glass from his tray and handed it to Beauty, bowing in respect.

Beauty gracefully accepted the glass filled with vibrant liquid, partaking in a toast with the gentleman, then elegantly downs the red wine in her glass in one go.

Pulling out a Hers handkerchief from his pocket, Lucas offered it to her, his expression remained cold and indifferent.

She was montarily taken aback, her arm twitching ever so slightly as she touched his fingers.

Seeing Lucas’s affectionate display, the other executives around them were all smiles, lifting their wine glasses to toast her, praising her so much it made her feel like she was walking on air.

After gushing down the countless glasses of red wine and whiskey, her steps were starting to waver.

"Thank you, everyone, thank you, Mr. Lucas."

Beauty felt like she was being herded like a duck to a roost, the sight of these people coming to toast her in an attempt to please Lucas annoyed her to the core.

But still, suppressing her anger, she managed to keep a smile, tipping her head back and downed another glass of wine.

On the side, Lucas had no intention at all to help Beauty fend off the alcohol.

With a gloomy face, he stood by her side, occasionally chatting with those executives.

In her heart, Beauty was full of resentnt.

It was her birthday today, so why was she the one that had to fend off other people’s toasts?

If she continued to drink like this, even though her alcohol tolerance had been trained well by Lucas, she would still not be able to stand up against these continuous shots of strong liquor.

Feeling as if her head was being seared by fire, Beauty held onto Lucas’s arm and looked at the executives with a glazed gaze.

She narrowed her eyes, "Excuse , I need to use the restroom.

Everyone, enjoy your drinks.

I apologize."

After these words, she imdiately let go of Lucas’s arm, tottering toward the restroom in her high heels.

It seed that Lucas’s regular training of her was quite useful.

At least at this mont, even though she was completely drunk, her steps were still light.

Unless on close examination, nobody would notice that she had been drinking.

Her walking posture was still elegant and generous.

At the sink counter, Beauty dabbed a wet tissue on her burning forehead, the only hint of her drunkenness was the flush in her face.

While exiting the restroom, she accidentally bumped into a girl and almost fell to the ground, barely managing to kneel down awkwardly.

The pain made her twitch involuntarily.

"I’m sorry, Miss Beauty, are you okay?"

The girl looked about her age, elegantly dressed in exquisite evening gown, evidently from a wealthy family.

She helped Beauty up imdiately.

"It’s fine, it’s fine... Thank you, are you okay?"

Beauty rubbed her brows forcefully, her eyes dimd and drooped a little.

The pain in her knees mattered no more as she used the doorfra for support, managing to squeeze out a smile.

She vowed to not lose face regardless of what happened today, especially in front of Marson’s family, she must pull through.

She couldn’t afford to damage Lucas’s prestige either.

"By your look, it seems you have drunk too much!

I have sobering tea with , as I usually accompany my father in social events and my alcohol tolerance is poor, I always carry sobering tea.

Why don’t you accompany to the storage room?

I can pour you a cup!"

Beauty waved her hand, "Thank you for your kindness, but that won’t be necessary.

I’ll feel better after drinking so honey juice.

I should get back, there’s still plenty of guests out there."

The young girl grabbed her sleeve and looked with concern at her red face.

She raised her eyebrows, "You seem unaccustod to attending parties.

The banquet has just started, there’s a second half.

Those bigwigs would want to get you drunk seeing how pretty you are.

You better drink this cup, it might not sober you instantly but will make your stomach feel much better."

At this mont, Beauty did feel a churning in her stomach.

If she happens to vomit because of inability to hold back, it will be quite unpleasant.

After contemplating for a second, she quickly took the young girl’s hand and agreed.

Indeed, one ets good people everywhere.

At this unfortunate mont, a kind-hearted young girl was willing to help her.

And she feels like she has seen her sowhere but just couldn’t recall.

"I didn’t ask your na yet?

Mine’s Beauty."

The young girl paused noticeably, then smiled, "Just call Justine!

Of course, I know you, you’re the star of today, so pretty."

While they conversed, the two had already entered the storage room.

The young girl took an insulated cup from the cabinet, poured a cup of tea into a disposable cup for Beauty.

Smiling, she watched Beauty gulp down the brown liquid.

They shared a smile before exiting the storage room.