Agnes‘ survival instinct told her that if she really sat next to Justin, she would be in for a hot mess.
So, she chose a spot as far away from Justin as possible
Justin grumbled from the side, “Agnes, my girl, you’ve got some sass, but I kinda dig that about you”
Agnes rolled her eyes at Justin
What does he mean by “my girl“? He needed to watch his mouth in such situations.
But everyone in the entertainment industry knew Justin’s character, he loved to flirt with the female actresses. In the industry, people even used Justi’s flirting as a bragging
They got pretty used to it. After all, Agnes was indeed Justin’s girl in the drama.
Agnes sneaked a peek at Jared, who had already turned around to chat with Ivan. He didn’t seem to react much.
Agnes let out a sigh of relief.
Soon, everyone arrived, and the waiter began to serve the dishes.
Director Zoe said a few words of thanks to Jared, basically appreciating his timely help
He then raised his glass and said, “Let’s toast to Mr. Whitfield, we will surely do our best to make great work in return”
Everyone raised their glasses. The dinner then officially started.
Agnes noticed that almost no one was really eating. Most of them were busy toasting and drinking.
The director, Ivan, Justin, and of course, the one who got the most toasts was Jared. There was a constant flow of women by his side, as one left another came.
This had been going on for several rounds already And Agnes noticed Jared had already downed 12 glasses.
Didn’t he know how to say no? Agnes thought, a little annoyed.
And each woman was trying to stick around him a bit longer.
Beatrice was already on her third round of toasting. She walked up to Jared, cheeks flushed, looking all shy. “I’d love to toast you again, I didn’t get to introduce myself properly earlier, I’m Preston and Laura’s daughter, Beatrice. I attended Tim’s birthday party before, do you remember me?”
Jared responded with a flat, “Hello Ms. Beatrice, but I don’t quite remember.”
Beatrice was overjoyed inside, she didn’t leave a good impression on Jared at the party before. Instead, it was Agnes who stole the show.
Just thinking about it made Beatrice hate Agnes.
But Jared not remembering, was even better.
Beatrice downed her glass of red wine. As she put down the glass, she pretended to sway a bit, then leaned towards Jared. But it was clear to everyone, Beatrice wasn’t drunk. This kind of trick was easy to spot.
However, before she could lean on Jared, he had already stood up and stepped back. His response was quick and cool, even his retreat had a charming vibe.
Beatrice missed her mark and almost fell on the table.
Soft laughter was heard from the other women at the table.
Feeling embarrassed, Beatrice started to get angry.
Jared began to speak, ‘Ms. Beatrice might’ve had a bit too much to drink, she should probably go take a break.”
Take a break? What a joke! How could she leave early in such a setting?
Beatrice forced a smile, “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Whitfield. I just need a little rest”
After saying that, Beatrice went back to her seat, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of the glass, as if she wanted to crush it.
At this moment, Ivan suddenly said calmly, “Agnes, I recall you not having toasted Mr. Whitfield yet, why don’t you give Mr. Whitfield a toast as well?”