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Chapter 277 She Doesn’t Drink
Chapter 277 She Doesn’t Drink
They stood up and bid farewell to Nathaniel politely. As grassroots responsible persons, they felt that such a dinner didn't require the presence of someone at the presidential level.
Frey walked out of the office building with her colleagues, only to realize that Nathaniel's Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked out front, accompanied by a car sent by the company.
All the leaders from Technologent Group who had attended the meeting, including the junior designer Maggie, were getting into the car.
Maggie, dressed in jeans, a white sweater, and a cashmere jacket, looked youthful and vibrant. Before getting in, she greeted Frey with a polite smile, showing no ill feelings despite Frey's previous rejection. Frey nodded and got into her car.
A young colleague beside her whispered, "Frey, is Nathaniel coming too?"
Frey nodded, her brow furrowing slightly.
The other two colleagues gently pulled the young one away, avoiding further discussion about Nathaniel and Frey.
Frey followed behind Technologent Group's car until they arrived at Red Shift.
With Nathaniel present, exclusive parking spaces had been arranged. Frey parked her car and followed her colleagues into the VIP area's private
room.
The opulent surroundings made Frey feel momentarily dazed. Time had flown by so quickly, she recalled that when she had just been released from prison, she had worked as a waitress here.
Everyone quickly began singing and socializing, growing more relaxed as the evening went on. Frey, who generally avoided crowded places, had chosen a seat in the easternmost corner. Nathaniel, perhaps intentionally or not, sat beside her.
The two of them remained silent, with Nathaniel occasionally glancing at her while engrossed in his phone. They politely declined invitations to sing.
The person in charge of the
engineering team, a cheerful man
from the Northeast of Saeville, noticed Frey's looking lonely and decided it was inappropriate to leave her alone. He approached her with a wine glass in hand.
"Here's a toast to you, Ms. Frey."
Frey was surprised and reached for the glass, but a large hand abruptly pressed down on it. The group fell silent as Nathaniel glanced at the Northeastern man and said, "She doesn't drink. Waiter, bring me a glass of hot milk!"
The man, startled by Nathaniel's icy tone, trembled. His companion quickly signaled him, and he was soon led away to join the singing.
This incident made the atmosphere in the private room tense. The others deliberately avoided Nathaniel and Frey, leaving them alone in the corner.
Della, still charming and graceful,
personally delivered the milk to Frey. She gave Frey a meaningful look and said, "Ms. Frey, please enjoy. Just let me know if you need anything else."
"Thank you," Frey replied, accepting the milk and taking a sip.
Nathaniel, meanwhile, drank his strong liquor with a stony expression, hoping that Frey would eventually acknowledge him. However, after two hours, she hadn't even glanced his way.
He felt as though his heart was being seared on a hot pan, a pain that made it hard for him to breathe.
It was frustrating that she seemed unaffected by the ordeal with the Rivera family and even more so that she had managed to get involved with Jacob the night before.