Chapter 18 Drink Up

• Josie didn't think they were waiting for her. However, her alcohol tolerance was very low. It would be troublesome if she got drunk.
• "I'm allergic to alcohol, so I can't drink. Why don't I replace it with tea?"
• As soon as she said that, the atmosphere changed immediately.
• "Are you joking, Josie?"
• "Why are you here if you can't drink? Are you just here to be a wet blanket?"
• "It seems you are not interested in working with us. You should tell us in advance! Why waste everyone's time?"
• Everyone complained, not allowing her to refuse them at all.
• Patrick's face darkened when he saw that.
• "Josie, what are you doing here? It's an honor to drink with Mr. Windsfield and Mr. Hudson. Stop acting like a baby!"
• Everyone else in the room watched the drama unfolding in front of them.
• Josie hesitated before taking the wine glass. She gritted her teeth and gulped it down.
• "Now we're talking! It seems like Josie knows her manners after all," Oliver praised and poured another glass for her.
• However, Josie couldn't drink anymore.
• "Mr. Hudson, I really can't drink anymore. One glass is my limit."
• "Nonsense! You're still so young! Since we are all here, we have to drink our hearts out." He completely ignored her discomfort and poured her another glass.
• She felt nauseous, but no one noticed; they kept pouring wine into her glass.
• She had lost count of the number of glasses of wine she drank. At that moment, she felt as though the entire world was spinning.
• Then, she burped and said, "I can't drink anymore."
• The few managers exchanged glances and smiled.
• "Josie, since you have had too much to drink, we can book a room for you at the hotel upstairs." With that, Patrick went to help her up.
• Josie quickly shoved him away. "That's fine. I'll call my husband to pick me up."
• "Oh, I almost forgot that Josie is married," Patrick sneered. "It takes time for your husband to arrive. It's better if you rest upstairs first."
• "I-It's fine…" Josie mumbled as she looked for her phone. Patrick wanted to take it away from her, but she had already made a call.
• "Give me your phone, Josie."
• "Hello?" A man's voice rang from the other end.
• Annoyed, Patrick quickly took it and hung up.
• Dexter frowned and called again.
• Josie's phone rang again. Patrick was quite annoyed with supporting her, but she took her phone again and picked it up.
• "Hello, who's this?"
• Dexter looked at his screen and made sure that it was Josie. "What's wrong?"
• "I-I'm fine… I just had too much to drink…"
• Before she could finish her sentence, Patrick took her phone and hung up. This time around, he placed her phone in his pocket.
• "Josie, you're drunk. There's no need to call anyone. Just head upstairs and have a good sleep."
• This was not the first time Oliver and Alec had done this.
• "Patrick, we will head upstairs first. Just… send her to us later."
• "Don't worry. We'll be right there."
• When both of them left, Patrick lost all patience. He dragged Josie out of the room into the elevator.
• Josie felt dizzy. As soon as she walked out of the room, she felt nauseous.
• "Ugh…" She threw up.
• Patrick frowned in disgust, but he continued dragging her into the elevator.
• The elevator doors reopened right after they shut, with Dexter standing in front of them.