Ivy ignored Tiger even when the man lamented about it. She just drank continuously, drowning her sorrow and annoyance at the same time. However, it didn't seem the drinks were making her drunk. It had no effect at all until she reached her fifth glass.
"Ey, that's enough." This time, Tiger reached for the bottom of her glass to stop her from emptying the already empty glass. "You've had enough, Miss Wei."
Ivy turned her head slowly, revealing her almost beet-red face. "I say I had enough if I say I have enough," she argued and then hiccuped.
"Tsk. If you drink more and stay stubborn, I'll throw you in the middle of the street."
She frowned, not doubting him. This man kicked out Dane in the middle of the highway. If he could do it to his superior, then he would definitely do it to her.
"You're scary, Tiger," she murmured, letting him put down her glass. "Didn't you say you are a gentleman?"
