Loveless Marriage
Chapter 85  She is a Friend of Mr. Miller

Minh blinked at her, his expression appearing rather causal and relaxed. Isabella even felt that he had already got used to such kind of dinner.

As expected, after having a few bites, those men started to raise their glasses.

Someone smiled at Isabella, "Miss Jones, you are the only lady today, so we should toast to you first."

"No, no... you're too courteous, how can I let you toast me?" Isabella stood up politely with a smile, but she actually felt upset.

The manager let everyone toast her at the very beginning, and she couldn't replace any excuse to refuse. Moreover, three of them must get drunk if she had the first drink.

Compared to these wily men, she clearly didn't have enough experience. They clearly wanted to bully her today.

However... She didn't have any other choices now. After all, Minh and John didn't know that she couldn't drink now either.

Mr. Stock laughed loudly, "Since we're friends, that's not important!"

After thinking for a second, Isabella smiled lightly and clinked his glass, "You're right. Since Benton has been cooperating with your company, then we're naturally friends."

With that, she took a deep breath, and closed her eyes as she drank the whole glass of alcohol.

Most of these men attended such dinner very frequently, so they disdained for wine. They usually prefer Whiskey.

She immediately felt a burning sensation.

Although Isabella tried to restrain herself, the intense discomfort still made her frown.

"You have a good capacity for liquor, Miss Jones." As Mr. Stock smiled, he also looked at with his eyes full of desire.

Suppressing the discomfort in her throat, Isabella said half-jokingly: "The first glass is for everyone. But I'm a woman, and I can drink far less than Mr. Stock. So I hope that you can be magnanimous. I'll let our Mr. Smith drink with you it next time."

She intentionally mentioned Mr. Smith. Since these men were all smart people, she intended to tell them that if they still wanted to force her, it may affect the company interest.

However, those men seemed not to understand what she really meant. Faust, who rubbed the grease from his mouth, laughed: "Miss Jones, you are killing the vibe. The dinner just started yet, and you've just come to Leeds, so we should treat you well. If Mr. Smith were here, we may even drink throughout the night."

Hearing this, Isabella clenched her teeth subconsciously.

These foxy old men!

Clearly, they didn't want to let Isabella return so easily tonight, no matter how much they would drink.

As she was still thinking, Minh suddenly stood up. He was around 1.8 meters tall, much taller than Isabella. He casually patted her shoulder, and calmly pushed her back onto her seat. Then he smiled and said "Our manager is a lady, so she's not that good at drinking. Let me toast you, Mr. Faust."

Being startled for a second, Faust then laughed loudly, "Ah, young man, good, so good..."

Seeing that Minh was just a young man, Faust knew that he could drink no more than two glasses.

He gave Minh a disdainful look, then drank the entire glass without taking a single sip.

Isabella's face darkened. Looking at Minh, she started to be worried.

If he kept drinking like this, he would be in hospital in one hour.

When she raised her head again, Minh had already put down his empty glass, then wiped his mouth and gasped for breath, whose smile now be more roguish, "The whiskey is good, but please forgive me, if we drink too much, we may not be able to visit Polygon tomorrow."

Isabella frowned. Polygon?

They weren't plan to visit Polygon this time.

"Polygon?" The men across him were stunned for a moment as well.

Mr. Stock sat down, smiling, "Which Polygon are you talking about?"

John asked in puzzlement, "Is there any other Polygon Group in Leeds?"

Faust's smile slowly faded as he asked, "Benton has collaboration with Polygon as well?"

There were numerous companies fought for a chance to corporate with Polygon. How could Benton, an average company, win their favour?

Minh picked up some dishes for Isabella and explained causally: "Of course it does. After all, Polygon has a new filiale located right across the street of Benton. Most importantly, our manager is a good friend o Mr. Miller of Polygon, so it's not a good thing to break the appointment tomorrow, is it, Miss Jones?"

Then, he turned to look at Isabella, with his eyebrow raised.