Chapter 181: Chapter 181

Chapter 181 Not Following Workplace Rules

Dillon looked at the mountain of food piled high on his plate and then glanced up at Peyton’s sincere

face.

For a moment, Dillon couldn’t tell whether Peyton really didn’t understand or was pretending to be

ignorant. However, Peyton’s clear gaze revealed no trace of pretense.

Considering Peyton’s age, it is understandable that they didn’t understand the etiquette at the dining

table.

Brynn’s heart was in her throat, is this what Peyton said she understood?

This time, instead of saying it was a collaboration, Dillon might just block Brynn directly.

It has been proven that Dillon always treated beautiful women with extra tolerance and patience.

Brynn cautiously watched Dillon, but could not detect a hint of anger as Dillon smiled. Dillon said, “It’s

good to be young, full of energy.”

Brynn glanced at Peyton, who pretended not to notice and went back to their seat.

“Dillon liked it.”

“I liked it, of course, when the beautiful lady served the dish.”

Dillon happily prepared to pick up the asparagus in front of him, while Peyton, not knowing what he

saw, turned the table and picked up the dish he liked to eat.

Brynn was speechless.

The boss had dinner and Peyton changed tables. Brynn is now very regretful for bringing Peyton here.

Brynn said, “Dillon, young people are ignorant, please forgive.”

Sorry, but Brynn was tired of hearing the word “sorry” tonight. And it’s a good thing Peyton is pretty

enough, pretty enough for Dillon to foot the bill for her whims.

“It’s okay, I liked Peytie’s innocence and fun.”

Brynn seized the opportunity to look at Peyton and said, “Peytie, we arrived late just now, so let’s

punish ourselves with three drinks.”

Peyton nodded, “Okay, Brynn, go ahead and drink.”

Seeing Peyton agree so readily, Brynn finally breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, Peyton wasn’t too

unreasonable.

Peyton, being particularly sensible this time, got up to pour Brynn a drink and then stood by with hands

hanging down.

Brynn coughed lightly and said, “Where is your drink? Fill it up too.”

“Me?” Peyton looked at Brynn in surprise, “It was you who said you would punish yourself with three

cups, I didn’t say anything.”

Brynn was on the verge of vomiting blood, but due to face–saving reasons, she couldn’t directly say it.

She could only stare at Peyton and squeeze out a few words from between her teeth, “Why did you

come if you’re not going to drink?”

Peyton still had those innocent eyes open, “Didn’t you call me to come over for dinner?”

Brynn was about to crush the cup with her fingers when Peyton, the jerk, said, “Since Brynn seems to

enjoy drinking so much, why not have my three drinks together?”

With a loud bang, the cup in Dillon’s hand smashed onto the table, and the smile on his face could no

longer be maintained.

“Brynn, it seems like your new recruit doesn’t give me any face. Let’s forget about this collaboration.”

Dillon’s lackey by his side also chimed in, “What’s the matter if you don’t drink at the dinner party? If

you don’t offer incense to the gods, even immortals won’t be able to save you.”

“Dillon, calm down. This girl has only been in the job for a few days and doesn’t know any better. Six

cups, I’ll punish myself with six cups.”

Brynn drank the wine in the blanket and was about to pour another glass when Dillon smashed the

wine glass directly.

“No need, I’m not the type of person who likes to force things. A forcibly twisted melon is not sweet.”

Dillon threw the contract onto Brynn and said, “Brynn, I have another appointment. I have to go.”

When saying these words, Dillon’s eyes were unabashedly fixed on Peyton, the meaning obvious.

Peyton would probably have to take the initiative and embrace his arms in the next second.

Peyton and Dillon stood up as they had imagined, hands hanging by their sides, resembling hotel

waiters. “Dillon, take your time and don’t forget to settle the bill,” Peyton said.