Chapter 1997

Chapter 1997 Making A Move “What happened to Ms. Benett? Is there any way I can be of a*sistance?” Terence Matthams chimed in. Hist question seemed caring, but in reality, it sounded like an interrogation.

He wanted to know where Elisa had gone and why she did not turn up.

Is she looking down on this function, or is she looking down on me?

Knowing that Terence had previously served in the military, was straightforward, and cared about his reputation, Bella knew she had to come up with a suitable reason. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let it slide.

She smiled and responded, “It’s something related to Ms. Benett’s family. I hear that her boyfriend is feeling unwell, so she has to accompany him to the hospital.”

Her words dispelled Brian’s thoughts and also conveyed to Terence that she didn’t mean to disrespect him. Elisa just had an urgent matter at hand.

Sure enough, Terence’s expression softened considerably. At that moment, the staff responsible for advancing the project began to propose toasts, finally making their move.

Brian, seemingly a bit unwilling to accept how things were progressing, asked, “When did Ms. Benett get a boyfriend? I’ve never heard of it.”

If it weren’t for the setting they were in, Bella really wanted to dump the food in front of her directly onto Brian’s head and then say, “Whether she has a boyfriend or not is none of your business. You’re certainly not in the running.”

What a pity. These two have such a good relationship. Otherwise, Mr. Matthams wouldn’t have brought Mr. Macdonald along.

Therefore, Bella just smiled faintly without saying much.”

After the previous intervention, Brian didn’t want to appear too conspicuous, so Bella mainly focused on discussing the matter of the collaboration.

When they were almost finished discussing business, Terence had also had quite a bit to drink.

His speech was somewhat incoherent, but the intention to collaborate could still be vaguely discerned.

“Your company... is quite impressive. Collaboration, let’s sign contracts... Excuse me.”

At that moment, Bella couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The people she brought along, including herself, weren’t really drunk.

One of the girls couldn’t stand it anymore, so she went out for some fresh air.

The other three people were all right.

Seeing that it was almost time, Bella was about to leave.

It was at this moment that Brian called out to her.

“Ms. Wickam, I noticed you haven’t drunk much throughout the event. What’s the matter? Are you disrespecting us, or do you find the wine here not to your taste?”

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12 Bella stiffened all over, turning around to see Brian holding a wine gla*s. With a smug smile, he suggested, “How about drinking this gla*s of wine before you leave?”

Naturally, Bella instinctively wanted to refuse, but Brian was relentless, even bringing up their partnership as leverage.

Bella had no choice but to arrange for one of the guys to go and find the girl in the restroom. Immediately after, she had the other guy take another girl and leave first.

She needed to take on the responsibility of wrapping things up, which was to confirm the signing of the contract.

After watching several people leave, Bella was left alone to deal with Brian.

She picked up the gla*s of wine and, under the expectant gaze of Brian, downed it in one gulp. Then, she “accidentally” dropped the gla*s on the floor.

The wine gla*s shattered into pieces with a loud sound.

Brian raised an eyebrow, his interest in Bella growing even more.

With a nonchalant air, Bella casually said, “I’m sorry,” then quickly followed up with, “Now, may I leave?”

Brian nodded and made a gentlemanly gesture. However, his words conveyed a different message. “It’s a pity. I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave.”

Before Bella had a chance to fully comprehend the meaning of his words, she felt the world spin around. her. Her vision blurred into darkness, and she promptly fainted.

The only thought before she completely lost consciousness was that the drink Brian handed her must. have been spiked.

No wonder he was pushing her for a toast.