Victoria hurriedly stepped back, flustered, and said, "I can't drink."
A sharp, mocking laugh came from the crowd. "What are you pretending for? Everyone knows that there are only two kinds of women at events like this: the wives of company CEOs, or assistants who work for them. You're neither Mrs. Hill, nor willing to help Mr. Hill, so what are you even doing here?"
Victoria's face turned pale, her expression a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
Nathan stepped forward to rescue her. "My wife had an urgent matter and couldn’t attend, so she asked her sister to come in her place. Her sister is unwell and can’t drink, sorry."
Victoria sighed with relief, but just as she thought the situation was diffusing, that same voice pressed on, "Mr. Hill, is it true that Mrs. Hill couldn’t make it
