But the problem was, she felt that these wines definitely had something added that shouldn't have been added.
Just as Keira Leaf was hesitating, she glanced in the direction of the second floor and froze slightly. Black Hawk stood impassively by the railing, scrutinizing the area below.
A thought flashed through Keira Leaf's mind—Black Hawk?
Could it be that Joshua Sulliven was here?
Keira Leaf's mind stirred, no longer hesitating; she picked up the wine glass and drained it in one gulp.
"Cough, cough! Cough." The spicy liquid scorched her stomach, bringing waves of knife-like severe pain. She wondered if it was because she had not touched this stuff for too long—her throat was sore from the scorching sensation, and tears unconsciously flowed down.
"Good job!" Walter King was the first to applaud, followed by a chorus of cheers from the surroundings.
