Annie Anne took this opportunity to step forward, directly squeezing Elaine Bryant aside.
To those unaware, they might even think Elaine Bryant was just a waitress pouring wine.
President Zhou did not expect Annie Anne to suddenly make such a move. Though he was stunned for a mont, he soon showed a radiant smile towards Annie Anne.
"Good, good."
He nodded repeatedly and picked up a wine glass to clink glasses with Annie Anne.
"Annie..."
Annie Anne’s manager was completely dumbfounded.
Not to ntion that Annie Anne had picked up a wine glass, she even took the initiative to toast with this investor. Watching Annie Anne’s shocking behavior, the manager opened her mouth and exchanged looks with the assistant beside her.
Then, in the next second, Annie Anne poured more wine, closing the distance with President Zhou even further.
She hung her head, her slightly curly long hair sliding off her round and fair shoulders like smooth satin, carrying bursts of fragrance.
Annie Anne usually doesn’t drink much, and after downing two glasses, a blush unexpectedly appeared on her originally clean and pale face, her eyes flickering, giving a sowhat hazy impression.
"Another round, another round."
Seeing this, the director also hurriedly poured more wine for President Zhou.
At the beginning, when President Zhou suggested that Annie Anne should accompany him, the director knew what President Zhou was thinking.
Therefore, he had been reminding Annie Anne to toast President Zhou, but he did not expect Annie Anne to be indifferent. Fortunately, Elaine Bryant did have so tact, not letting the scene go cold.
But the director also knew who was backing Annie Anne, so if she didn’t want to do sothing, the director did not force her intentionally.
However, now that Annie Anne was taking the initiative to offer a toast, it not only fulfilled his wish but also satisfied President Zhou, wasn’t this the best of both worlds?
Annie Anne did not stop the director’s action, she even poured wine faster than him.
"President Zhou, please." After pouring a glass, Annie Anne imdiately clinked glasses with President Zhou.
"Slow down."
President Zhou drank a bit hastily, almost choking on the drink, but he was in a good mood now and gestured to Annie Anne to sit next to him.
But to his surprise, Annie Anne shook her head: "That won’t do."
Even though Annie Anne spoke softly, it was enough for everyone in the private room to hear.
"We don’t have much ti left."
What Annie Anne said was sowhat cryptic, but despite this, President Zhou, seeing Annie Anne’s current deanor, was still very happy to drink with her.
"Miss Williams..."
The assistant, seeing Annie Anne down yet another glass, pulled on the manager’s sleeve worriedly.
At this mont, the manager’s face looked very bad. Seeing Annie Anne about to pour more, she quickly stepped forward and pressed down on the girl’s hand.
"You can’t drink anymore." The manager whispered into Annie Anne’s ear.
However, what she herself did not expect was, Annie Anne slowly lifted her eyes, casting a look her way.
In that mont, the manager’s movents froze.
Because she had never seen Annie Anne show such an expression.
Cold and dangerous.
But her lips always carried a smile, looking like gentle reeds.
Yet, the mont one touches her, she transforms into vines, beginning to crazily twine and tighten, revealing the sharp, poisonous thorns within.
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