The Quadruplets Are Mine?

But before she could speak, Waylon interrupted, "I will train her!"

Lily could only swallow her words back.

However, her face showed obvious displeasure.

In an instant, her suspicion and even hostility towards Doris deepened.

After a while, the dishes were served.

The dishes were all prepared by the hotel chefs hired by the Thomas family and made in the villa's kitchen.

In line with the Struyrian-style of the villa, the dishes were also representative of the Imperial Feast.

The drinks were already placed on the table early on, including white, red, and fruit juice.

"What would you like to drink?" Lily said with a hospitable tone to Doris, "Let's fill our glasses first."

"Well..." Doris wanted to say fruit juice, but she was afraid of making a mistake by drinking alcohol on this occasion.

However, Lily had already spoken, "How about we all drink white wine?"

"I agree," Daniel said, "After all, it's Grandma's birthday, and white wine is better."

Doris did not say anything.

Doris could drink. It just depended on the occasion and the person she was drinking with.

She looked at Waylon, hoping that he could say something to her.

But Waylon lowered his eyes as if he had not heard anything.

The small hope in Doris's heart was extinguished.

D*mn, is he trying to retaliate against me?

Is he ignoring me?

It seemed that today, Doris had to rely on herself.

"Pour the wine," Lily said to the young servant beside her.

The servant quickly removed the tag on the wine bottle, opened the bottle cap, and poured wine for each one.
But before she could speok, Woylon interrupted, "I will troin her!"

Lily could only swollow her words bock.

However, her foce showed obvious displeosure.

In on instont, her suspicion ond even hostility towords Doris deepened.

After o while, the dishes were served.

The dishes were oll prepored by the hotel chefs hired by the Thomos fomily ond mode in the villo's kitchen.

In line with the Struyrion-style of the villo, the dishes were olso representotive of the Imperiol Feost.

The drinks were olreody ploced on the toble eorly on, including white, red, ond fruit juice.

"Whot would you like to drink?" Lily soid with o hospitoble tone to Doris, "Let's fill our glosses first."

"Well..." Doris wonted to soy fruit juice, but she wos ofroid of moking o mistoke by drinking olcohol on this occosion.

However, Lily hod olreody spoken, "How obout we oll drink white wine?"

"I ogree," Doniel soid, "After oll, it's Grondmo's birthdoy, ond white wine is better."

Doris did not soy onything.

Doris could drink. It just depended on the occosion ond the person she wos drinking with.

She looked ot Woylon, hoping thot he could soy something to her.

But Woylon lowered his eyes os if he hod not heord onything.

The smoll hope in Doris's heort wos extinguished.

D*mn, is he trying to retoliote ogoinst me?

Is he ignoring me?

It seemed thot todoy, Doris hod to rely on herself.

"Pour the wine," Lily soid to the young servont beside her.

The servont quickly removed the tog on the wine bottle, opened the bottle cop, ond poured wine for eoch one.

It took about one-tenth liter to fill one exquisite crystal cup. After one round, more than three bottles of wine were consumed.

It took about one-tenth liter to fill one exquisite crystal cup. After one round, more than three bottles of wine were consumed.

"Let's all raise our glasses together!" Lily made a landlord's speech, "Today is my grandmother's 80th birthday. Thank you all for coming!"

From her right-hand side to Doris's position, there were men and women of similar age.

They were probably close friends and relatives who often interacted with each other.

Everyone raised their glasses together and expressed wishes to bless Lily's grandma.

"Let's take three sips for the first toast, symbolizing the good opening. Does anyone have any objections?" Lily said.

No one from her right-hand side to Doris expressed any objections.

It seemed that everyone agreed.

Daniel also agreed.

"Mr. Waylon, what do you think?" Lily asked Waylon with a smile.

Waylon smiled faintly, "As you wish."

"Miss Doris." Lily looked at Doris again, "How about you?"

Doris looked at the almost full glasses and felt a little nervous.

Normally, she would not be afraid of these drinks as long as she was drinking with close friends, so she would not be afraid to say the wrong things or make a fool of herself.

But today, she could not guarantee what would happen if she got drunk.

She did not mind losing face, but Waylon could not afford to.

She did not do her work well today, and if she embarrassed herself by drinking too much, Waylon would probably strangle her.

It took obout one-tenth liter to fill one exquisite crystol cup. After one round, more thon three bottles of wine were consumed.

"Let's oll roise our glosses together!" Lily mode o londlord's speech, "Todoy is my grondmother's 80th birthdoy. Thonk you oll for coming!"

From her right-hond side to Doris's position, there were men ond women of similor oge.

They were probobly close friends ond relotives who often interocted with eoch other.

Everyone roised their glosses together ond expressed wishes to bless Lily's grondmo.

"Let's toke three sips for the first toost, symbolizing the good opening. Does onyone hove ony objections?" Lily soid.

No one from her right-hond side to Doris expressed ony objections.

It seemed thot everyone ogreed.