The night was shrouded, with thousands of lights, and in the most luxurious Golden Moon Wine Manor in Zhangzhou, Nina Thompson sat among a group of men, looking out of place.
"Nina, drink this glass of white wine, and the balance of this order will be cleared directly!"
Mark Johnson raised his glass and sat next to Nina, his rough hand covering her shoulder, his mouth full of the smell of alcohol.
Nina subtly moved away from the big hand on her shoulder, raised her glass and clinked it with Mark Johnson: "Thank you, Mr. Johnson!"
Everyone cheered, and someone flattered and suggested that Nina and Mark Johnson continue to drink: "Since ancient times, heroes have found it hard to resist the beauty. If Manager Thompson cooperates well with Mr. Johnson today, not only will the balance be cleared, but Mr. Johnson wont even blink if he gives it away for free!"
As soon as the words were spoken, there was agreement from all sides, and the wine glass in front of Nina was filled again.
In such an occasion, Nina couldnt say no at all. She secretly sent a plea for help to Richard Song, who was sitting opposite her, but the signal she received was to keep drinking.
Feeling a bit nauseous, she clearly said it was just a common dinner, but the responsibility of signing the order was all on her.
This is clearly a banquet aimed at her, asking her to "sell herself for honor" to get Mark Johnson!
"Nina, have three more drinks with me, and Ill reduce the percentage by five points, how about that?"
Mark Johnson smiled with his eyes narrowed into a line, his greasy body leaning towards Nina again.
Nina looked at him in surprise, and Richard Song on the side couldnt sit still, shoving the wine glass on the table into Ninas hand, constantly thanking: "Thank you, Mr. Johnson, thank you, Mr. Johnson!"
Everyones eyes were on Nina, and this "spotlight" feeling made her feel as if she had returned to the past.
At that time, Nina was the center of attention, and everyone was flattering her, but now she has changed her identity and has to flatter these men with a flattering attitude.
"Manager Thompson, why dont you drink quickly?" Someone reminded when they saw Nina in a daze.
Richard Song on the opposite side was afraid that Nina would mess up, and gently kicked her with his foot.
Seeing Mark Johnsons face change again and again, Nina tried to force a smile: "Its agreed, three glasses, five percentage points."
Mark Johnsons big hand once again reached around Ninas shoulder, his face full of joy: "A man of his word, a horse is hard to catch!"
As he spoke, his rough big hand slid down Ninas shoulder and went straight to her waist.
Nina stiffened, half of her body suddenly lost its feeling, and she witnessed her own dignity being shattered.
After these three glasses of wine, she is afraid that she will become a laughingstock in Zhangzhou for the rest of her life.
"Wait a minute!"
A sharp male voice came from the corner of the private room, the voice was not loud, but it made everyone present shut up.
Ninas heart thumped, a sense of foreboding spread rapidly from the soles of her feet.
Why is he here?
Mark Johnson looked at the sound, and in the dim light, a man in a suit and leather shoes was looking at him and Nina with a playful look.
"Are beauty brand managers successful in signing orders by selling their looks?" Ethan Thompson sneered coldly, extinguishing the half-cigarette in his hand into the sandalwood ashtray, and walked slowly from the dark.
Nina was embarrassed to lower her head, not daring to meet his gaze.
"Mr. Thompson, this is my woman, there is no selling of looks..." Mark Johnson grinned, his hand around Ninas slender waist tightened, and he was about to peck her face heavily to show an ambiguous relationship.
Nina was so frightened that she jumped far away, her face full of extreme disgust that hadnt been concealed in time.
"Nina, come and have a drink." Mark Johnson couldnt hold his face, and his words also carried a hint of warning.
Ethan Thompson stood next to Nina, snorted with a sarcastic meaning.
Nina understood that Ethan Thompson wanted to see her make a fool of herself in public, and she absolutely couldnt do as he wished.
"Mr. Johnson, how about we feed each other wine mouth to mouth?" Nina stabilized her emotions, looked at Mark Johnson with a coquettish smile, and walked over gracefully.