Chapter 300

It was obvious that, though he was playing the character of Reynaldo, he didn't want to give Reynaldo much respect. After all, this is Yoripero. This man was like a tyrant in Yoripero, probably accustomed to arrogance.

At that moment, Kimberly spoke to Matthew in a soft, gentle voice: “Mr. Galatea, why don’t you have a drink with Ms. Duffy?”

I frowned deeply and gave Kimberly a cold glance. That woman was causing trouble for me again!

Kimberly laughed at Matthew and said, “You have no idea, Ms. Duffy is a regular at the bar.” You couldn’t go wrong asking her for a drink. She used to keep you company and drink happily with you.

“Oh?” Matthew looked at me with great interest. “I didn’t realize you were a regular at the bar; I underestimated you.”

I pursed my lips and smiled, about to speak, when Kimberly said to me, “Esmeralda, I was just having a drink with Mr. Galatea. It shouldn’t be a problem for you.”

I really couldn’t, due to my health; otherwise, I would have joined Mr. Galatea for a drink. Kimberly then got up to pour me a glass of wine, saying, “Esmeralda, you are also a member of the company, so please raise a glass to Mr. Galatea on behalf of the company.”

I gave her a cold glance and hated her in my heart. Kimberly’s eyes flashed with satisfaction. She turned and smiled softly at Matthew, saying, “Mr. Galatea, I’m really sorry that I can’t have a drink with you.”

“But Esmeralda’s ability to hold her liquor is real; it just depends on whether you’re willing to drink with her or not.”

Matthew swirled the wine in his cup and said with a smile, “As long as she’s a beauty, I’m willing. But I can’t help but feel like Ms. Duffy seems reluctant.”

“How come? Accompanying me for a drink makes you so uncomfortable?”

When he said this, Matthew’s face darkened, and a hint of cold malice flickered in his eyes. Johnathan quietly tugged at the hem of my shirt under the table. He whispered, “Esmie, what are you doing? Isn’t it just offering Mr. Galatea a drink? It’s not that difficult!”

Are you still mad at Reynaldo? “Be good; the most important thing now is to quickly have a few drinks with Mr. Galatea, and then I will give Reynaldo a good beating for you.”

I clenched my hand under the table. If I hadn’t been pregnant, I would have naturally been open to drinking with Matthew. But now, with those two little ones in my belly, how could I touch alcohol?

“Esmeralda, hurry up and toast Mr. Galatea,” Kimberly urged, teasing, “You can’t really look down on Mr. Galatea, can you? It seems like all those compliments you just made about Mr. Galatea were lies.”

“Esmeralda, you can’t act like this. You are no longer a wealthy young lady. You can’t have such a high temper. Mr. Galatea is the king of this Yoripero.”

As Kimberly’s voice fell, Matthew’s face grew darker. At that moment, I really wanted to tear Kimberly’s mouth apart. This bad woman was only thinking about embarrassing me, without considering the company’s cooperation at all. Johnathan also gave her a glance, indicating she should be quiet.

I glanced at Reynaldo subtly. The man, however, merely curved his lips slightly, his face expressionless. A touch of self-mockery flashed through my mind.