Julia turned to shoot a glance at Mr. Fletcher, as though asking him for help.
Mr. Fletcher paused for a short time then smiled at Mr. Lee. "Julia isn’t quite a drinker. Mr. Lee, shall I do it on her behalf?"
Upon hearing that, Mr. Lee's face sank right away. He thumped the table with his wide palm, his eyes icy-cold. "Who do you think you are? How dare you bargain with me?! I’m the one to decide who drinks it!"
Speaking of that, Mr. Lee withdrew a cigarette and lit it up. Following that, he took a deep breath and turned to exhale it onto Julia's face. "Ms. Dawson, there are at least nine thousand small companies like yours in the industry. I admired you, so that’s why I chose your company."
Choked by the puff of smoke, Julia kept coughing. She waved her hand in front of her to dispel
