Elizabeth really didn't like drinking alcohol, so she rarely had the chance to do so.
At that moment, she could smell the rich aroma of the wine with the fragrance of the fruits wafting out from the cup. Before she even had a chance to drink it, she already felt intoxicated.
Following Ronald's example, she also took a light sip. The smell of the alcohol made her frown in an instant.
"You don't like it?" he asked.
Shaking her head, she didn't dare to say that she didn't like what he liked, "I'm just a little not used to drinking."
Just then, the waiter started to serve the food. When Elizabeth saw the food, her eyes lit up.
Just as she was about to eat the food, a middle-aged man who looked familiar walked towards them, with his face filled with a hypocritical smile, "Mr. Marquez, wha
