Novel Sweet
Chapter 53
Seeing this, Taylor took the wine and said, "Mr. Lincoln, Nina doesn't drink. I'll drink in her place."
Mr. Lincoln was not pleased. enough."
That's not good Taylor felt a bit embarrassed. She lacked social experience and couldn't be as smooth, feeling nervous and afraid of making mistakes, which made her timid.
"Nina, your drink can't be drunk by your subordinate."
Both of them were women, giving Mr. Lincoln more courage to speak less politely. "You're representing Mr. York and he always drinks with us. How can you refuse to drink? Since you're here, you should blend in with us. That's the proper thing to do.
"Here, let me fill your glass. Let's drink heartily tonight."
Others chimed in, "Nina, don't embarrass yourself. Mr. Lincoln asked you to drink, so drink. Stop making so many excuses for yourself!
"Don't ruin our mood. If Mr. York finds out you're not handling things properly, you'll get scolded when you go back!"
Nina disliked this type of gathering. Just because Nash could drink didn't mean he'd be pressured to. They treated Nash with utmost respect, so they wouldn't do anything he disliked.
Simply put, they viewed her as a weak woman and wanted to take advantage of her. Nina endured plenty of unfairness at work, but she refused to endure this humiliation.
Mr. Lincoln held the wine glass to her lips. "Nina, come on, drink!”
Taylor felt they were disrespecting Nina and became teary-eyed. "Nina."
Nina turned away, not giving them any face. "I said, I won't drink!"
Mr. Lincoln's face changed, and he heavily placed the wine glass on the table.
The force was too much, with a loud "crack," the wine glass shattered, spilling the strong red wine all over the table and onto the floor. Taylor was frightened by this. "Nina, you're really putting on airs in front of us!"
Under the influence of alcohol, Mr. Lincoln's eyes. were bloodshot, and he became angry. "If Mr. York can give you something, so can we. How much money do you want? Is this enough?" Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
He took out a stack of money and placed it on the table. "Will this money be enough for you to drink?"
Then, Mr. Lincoln laughed, "Here's another stack for you. Kneel down and lick my feet!" He threw another stack of money in front of Nina.
The others laughed even louder and spoke. disrespectfully, "Nina, you're just Mr. York's
secretary. We usually give you some face because of Mr. York, but you're really getting ahead of
yourself! No matter how capable you are, you're just a plaything by Mr. York's side. Do you think you're some high-born princess?"
Nina felt deeply insulted. They didn't give her any respect at all. Perhaps in their eyes, a woman's value lay not in her abilities but in her ability to seduce men.
"Nina, how about it? No need to put on airs. You came here today just to accompany us for a few drinks, right? Is this money enough?" Mr. Lincoln said with a smile.
Nina took a deep breath, trying to be rational. There were too many people here; the two of them definitely couldn't handle it. She shouldn't confront them head-on..
She rose to her feet, confronting a group of men who looked down on women, her tone cold, "Since Mr. Lincoln doesn't seem interested in a pleasant meal, then I don't belong here either. I'll be leaving with my coffeague first. You all may carry on!"
She wanted to leave. However, Mr. Lincoln refused to let her go,
grabbing her hand. "Leaving? Whet
you think you're going? You
haven't even had a drink with us yet!"