CHAPTER 53
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Chapter 53
Seeing this, Taylor took the wine and said, âMr. Lincoln, Nina doesnât drink. Iâll drink in her place.â
Mr. Lincoln was not pleased. enough.â
Thatâs not good Taylor felt a bit embarrassed. She lacked social experience and couldnât be as smooth, feeling nervous and afraid of making mistakes, which made her timid.
âNina, your drink canât be drunk by your subordinate.â
Both of them were women, giving Mr. Lincoln more courage to speak less politely. âYouâre representing Mr. York and he always drinks with us. How can you refuse to drink? Since youâre here, you should blend in with us. Thatâs the proper thing to do.
âHere, let me fill your glass. Letâs drink heartily tonight.â
Others chimed in, âNina, donât embarrass yourself. Mr. Lincoln asked you to drink, so drink. Stop making so many excuses for yourself!
âDonât ruin our mood. If Mr. York finds out youâre not handling things properly, youâll get scolded when you go back!â
Nina disliked this type of gathering. Just because Nash could drink didnât mean heâd be pressured to. They treated Nash with utmost respect, so they wouldnât do anything he disliked.
Simply put, they viewed her as a weak woman and wanted to take advantage of her. Nina endured plenty of unfairness at work, but she refused to endure this humiliation.
Mr. Lincoln held the wine glass to her lips. âNina, come on, drink!â
Taylor felt they were disrespecting Nina and became teary-eyed. âNina.â
Nina turned away, not giving them any face. âI said, I wonât drink!â
Mr. Lincolnâs face changed, and he heavily placed the wine glass on the table.
The force was too much, with a loud âcrack,â the wine glass shattered, spilling the strong red wine all over the table and onto the floor. Taylor was frightened by this. âNina, youâre really putting on airs in front of us!â
Under the influence of alcohol, Mr. Lincolnâs eyes. were bloodshot, and he became angry. âIf Mr. York can give you something, so can we. How much money do you want? Is this enough?â
He took out a stack of money and placed it on the table. âWill this money be enough for you to drink?â
Then, Mr. Lincoln laughed, âHereâs another stack for you. Kneel down and lick my feet!â He threw another stack of money in front of Nina.
The others laughed even louder and spoke. disrespectfully, âNina, youâre just Mr. Yorkâs
secretary. We usually give you some face because of Mr. York, but youâre really getting ahead of
yourself! No matter how capable you are, youâre just a plaything by Mr. Yorkâs side. Do you think youâre some high-born princess?â
Nina felt deeply insulted. They didnât give her any respect at all. Perhaps in their eyes, a womanâs value lay not in her abilities but in her ability to seduce men.
âNina, how about it? No need to put on airs. You came here today just to accompany us for a few drinks, right? Is this money enough?â Mr. Lincoln said with a smile.
Nina took a deep breath, trying to be rational. There were too many people here; the two of them definitely couldnât handle it. She shouldnât confront them head-on..
She rose to her feet, confronting a group of men who looked down on women, her tone cold, âSince Mr. Lincoln doesnât seem interested in a pleasant meal, then I donât belong here either. Iâll be leaving with my coffeague first. You all may carry on!â
She wanted to leave. However, Mr. Lincoln refused to let her go,
grabbing her hand. âLeaving? Whet
you think youâre going? You
havenât even had a drink with us yet!â