Carol and Tammy continued chatting about working for EU Designs on their way there. Everyone


    arrived at the destination one after another half an hourter.


    They stopped chatting about EU Designs when everyone started arriving. They acted warm and


    friendly as they chatted with their colleagues while they entered the private room for dinner.


    Anya went inst with Jake and another female designer.


    After everyone had entered the private room, the three of them finally y went in.


    Jake told the waiter to send the food when everyone was seated. Since he was in a good mood, he


    was very generous with the food.


    In Anya’s opinion at least, he had ordered rather expensive dishes. However, Jake was highly paid and


    could probably afford it.


    Anya quietly ate throughout dinner. The atmosphere was warm and lively over dinner on the surface at


    least.


    Carol was especially nice to Anya. Was she deliberately acting chummy with Anya in front of Jake? Or


    did she have some other ns?


    Halfway through dinner, Carol stood up with a ss of fruit juice in hand and said to Anya, “Allow me to


    offer you a toast. I know there was some misunderstanding between us in the past, I hope we can


    move on and be friends.”


    Carol was a respectable senior designer, so Anya would definitely drink with her, but Anya could still


    keenly remember everything Carol tried to do to her.


    Anya was no pushover. Since they were in public, she automatically pretended everything was okay.


    She acted humbly as she thanked Carol, “I look forward to working with you even more closely in the


    future.”


    “That goes without saying.” Carol narrowed her eyes as she finished the ss of juice with an


    ambiguous smile on her face.


    Anya finished her drink as well as a sign of respect.


    However, Carol always had some way to get back at Anya. The moment Carol finished drinking the


    juice, she made her intentions clear. “Where is the fun in just drinking juice?”


    “What do you think?”


    How could any of the other designers object when she asked?


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    Everyone promptly chimed in, “Then shall we order some red wine?”


    “Anya, would you like a drink?” said Carol as she poured half a ss of wine for herself before going


    over to Anya and picking up the wine ss in front of her. “Let me pour you some.”


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    “My bad. I can’t drink.” She was still breastfeeding her children. How could she drink alcohol?


    “What’s the matter? Am I not good enough for you to drink with?” said Carol put on a fake smile. “Do


    you not want to put things behind us?”


    Anya nced at Carol as she sneered in her heart. She certainly had no intention of being friends with


    Carol. She could still keenly remember Carol poisoning her drink previously. Although there was no


    hard evidence against Carol, no one else in thepany would want to hurt her as Carol did.


    Since there were a lot of designers watching, it was not the right time for her to get into a fight with


    Carol, so she could only reply gently, “I honestly can’t drink alcohol.”


    “Forget it. It’s true that she isn’t much of a drinker.” Jake noticed what was going on and promptly


    helped Anya get out of this situation.


    The moment he tried to help, an evil look zed in Carol’s eyes. Her lips curved into a smile as she


    laughed coldly. “Mr. Hanson, are you her savior or something?”


    Jake turned the wine ss in front of him as he said firmly. “If you were unable to drink wine, I would


    have done the same for you. Go back to your seat. Let’s continue partying elsewhere after dinner,”


    Carol chuckled. She did not go on making things hard for Anya. However, she suddenly came close to


    Anya’s ear as she turned and whispered, “Anya MacMin, you aren’t going to be lucky forever.” The


    moment she finished her sentence, she wanted to head back to her seat with her wine ss.


    Anya suddenly cut her off and smiled with confidence. “I will keep investigating the poisoning incident.“”


    She was not going to let the culprit get away with this.


    The moment she finished her sentence, Carol’s face went slightly stiff. She was dying to pour red wine


    at her. Since all her colleagues were present, she could only keep a straight face as she went back to


    her seat angrily.