Chapter 663: A Dinner Party (2) — I'm Not Drunk

Susan and Manuel received a warm welcome upon entering the room and were seated at the head table. Many guests complimented them, and Manuel responded politely.

The dinner atmosphere was cheerful. Wine was served before the meal began. Susan enjoyed the wine with ease, but Manuel flushed after only a few drinks.

She had promised her father she would fulfill her obligations in exchange for the limited-edition bag she coveted. The temptation had been too strong to resist.

Raising her cup, she addressed a man about to toast Manuel. "Manuel has a low tolerance for alcohol," she explained. "Let me drink for him; he needs a break."

Manuel glanced at her. The man, aware of Susan's presence, responded, "I didn't expect you to defend Manuel so fiercely. It's my honor to drink with you. Bottoms up!" He drained his glass.

Susan happily followed suit. Others then offered toasts directly to Susan, which she accepted. Meanwhile, Manuel conversed with a city hall official, partaking of occasional drinks.

The feast was merry, but suddenly Manuel pulled Susan from her seat. Startled, she was whisked away before she could react. Few noticed, as many guests were already intoxicated, assuming they had simply gone to the restroom.

Susan found herself in the restroom. Pushing Manuel away and rubbing her wrist, she declared, "I don't need the restroom."

"You drank too much," Manuel said gravely.

"But I'm not drunk," Susan retorted, glancing at him. She turned to the sink, gargled, and then involuntarily retched, though nothing came up.

Manuel watched her, and Susan felt a blush creep onto her cheeks.

"I'm not drunk," she repeated.

"You don't need to drink with everyone," Manuel explained. "Most are currying favor with Phillips Bank; they wouldn't complain if you refused their toasts. The only person we need to appease is the city hall official. He can't hold his liquor, and I can handle him."

Susan glared at him. Are you telling me how to do my job? Why didn't you tell me that before dinner? she thought, exasperated.

Manuel, perceptive as always, had read her expression. "Take a break, and return later," he said, turning to leave.

Susan, suddenly remembering something, rushed after him. Unseeing the wet floor, she slipped and fell.