At this point, the dinner had been going on for nearly an hour, and the men at the table had started to show their true colors after downing large glasses of white liquor.
Especially Mr. Russell, the bald and fat dean, who had deliberately pinched her when shaking hands earlier on, was now giving her increasingly dishonest looks with his lustful little eyes.
His words weren't very honest either, "Gardner, since Amy is protecting Mr. Cooper, why bother with the face of a beautiful woman? Instead of punishing with alcohol, let's pour a glass for the lovely Amy and drink together."
He then stood up, grabbed the wine bottle and wanted to pour her a drink personally.
Amelia smiled, reached out for the wine glass, and secretly planned to drink this guy under the table later.
Before she could even pick up the glass, the man beside her calmly scolded her, "If you drink so much, do you not want to use a scalpel in the future?"
