The amount of wine in the crystal glasses might not be too much for a man, but Christy was just a girl; it was not easy for her to finish it all at one go.
The waiter opened his mouth to speak, but after a glance at Bart, he closed it again. He knew better than to cross him.
Christy took a look at the glasses, and then at Bart. The smile on her face was gone. "Forgive me, Mr. Bart, but I have to say no. I'm not here to drink. I'm here to talk business. The high interest rate of Buffett Banks will bring you great returns. It's a mutually beneficial deal."
He really was a scum. Christy was filled with disgust. She had seen enough of his kind to know how to protect herself. Other girls who were green at this might have succumbed to his threat and done what he wanted, and if they couldn't hold their liquor, they would definitely find themselves waking up in Bart's bed.
