“Fine Well then. Ms. MacMin…since you’re unwilling to drink, why don’t you drink this ss of fruit


    juice then? You can’t say no to that now, right?”


    Mr. Jamerson was staring at her with a creepy gaze as he handed the ss of fruit juice to Anya while


    he made thatment. Anya could not refuse a ss of fruit juice. Jake too had no issue with that.


    Thus, they nk sses and shared a toast together. Anya picked up the ss of fruit juice and nk


    sses with Mr. Wace before chugging the drink downpletely.


    After Mr. Wace noticed that she had drunk it, his fatty looking face instantly cracked a delightful grin


    while his eyes glimmered with joy. It was as if he would be able to ughter Anya however he wanted


    at the very next second. He would be able to do anything he wanted towards her.


    Jake then whispered to Anya while he refilled her empty ss with fruit juice, “You can talk about some


    things regarding ourpany with Mr. Wace and the others now, Anya.”


    Anya nodded and was getting ready to talk about work. However, she was unsure why exactly she


    would suddenly feel dizzy.


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    She felt as if she had fallen into a cotton field while her entire body felt heavy. Moreover, even her


    stomach was feeling slightly unwell.


    Anya held onto her her increasingly heavy head, She was extremely dizzy and had absolutely no


    strength to talk about thepany with the bunch of elderly men. However, she was able to muster up


    some strength to tell Jake, “I’m really sorry, Mr. Hanson, I need to use to washroom for a bit. I feel


    slightly unwell.”


    “Are you okay?” Jake asked as he turned around to look at her.


    Anya shook her head while her face turned slightly pale and said, “I’m fine.”


    “Alright, just head on over then.” Jake nodded and did not notice anything odd about her.


    Anya frantically got up after that. However, due to her dizziness, she had nearly slipped as she held


    onto a chair before sluggishly exiting the room and towards the washroom in order to ease her dizzy


    head.


    However, every step felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and it was extremely heavy for her. Every


    step was extremely difficult for her to move. This caused Anya to stop ever so slightly when she walked


    before continuing her slow trek towards the washroom.


    When she was half way to the washroom, Mr. Wace excused himself to use the washroom and


    exited the room. He noticed Anya who had just made it half way to the washroom, He immediately


    cracked a sinister grin when he saw that. He then rushed over to her.


    However, just as he was about to catch up to Anya, Evan exited from another room. The man had an


    emotionless look on his face while holding a cigarette between his fingers. It seemed that he had


    somehow ran into Anya when he walked out of his room.


    However, it seemed that Anya had no strength left in her body but her path forward was blocked by


    such a towering figure.


    She immediately reached forward to hug that person. However, she hugged Evan even tighter since


    her body felt extremely awful. Evan’s expression darkened immediately when she hugged him so


    tantly


    When Evan was about to push her away, Mr. Wace had finally caught up to her and did not seem to


    recognize Evan. All he assumed was that Evan was some sort of creep and intended to take


    advantage of his prey. He gave Evan a menacing look and said, “Excuse me but I need you to hand


    her over to me.”


    “You know her?” Evan red at the obese–looking middle–aged man as he questioned with a serious


    gaze.


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    “Of course I do. She’s my woman.” Mr. Wace replied with a


    th a menacing tone before eximing, “Hurry up and return her to me.”


    “Your woman?” Evan Instinctively took a look at the woman in his arms as he wondered just how many


    men had she flirted with.


    However, before he could make any more assumptions, Anya mumbled through her dizzy state. Her


    voice sounded extremely weak, “Mr. Wace, I can’t…continue drinking…”


    1 can’t drink…anymore.” Anya mumbled in a soft fragmented tone.


    After that. Evan had a rough idea as to what was going on. What does he even mean that she’s bis


    woman?


    This middle–aged man wouldn’t have gotten her drunk, right?