The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 138

Like a proud emperor, Stefan sat there and haughtily glanced at the glass in Renee’s hand, which was filled to the brim with orange juice.

“Is that how you show your sincerity towards this industry?” He sneered.

“Sincerity is measured by what I do,” Renee retorted coldly, “not what I drink.”

She then turned to the top figures in the room and humbly stated, “Gentlemen, please forgive me for drinking orange juice instead of wine. I’m allergic to alcohol so unfortunately, I can’t join you for a glass. Nonetheless, please know that I hold all of you in the highest regard.”

“Orange juice instead of wine?” Stefan scoffed. “Do you think this is child’s play? The world of business is a battlefield where people fight to the death. No one here has any time to play with you. If you can’t adapt to this world, you’d better just go home now and not waste anyone’s

time.”

Hearing this, the crowd immediately sensed a rivalry between them. If they did not pick the right side, their days in the field would be numbered. And so, they targeted Renee, echoing the sentiments that Stefan just made.

“Mr. Hunt has a point, Ms. Everheart! No one drinks orange juice at the bar. Are you making

fun of us here?”

might be the new director

you’re a wo association, but surely you’re not expecting

right?”

attend a lot of events in the future where socializing is necessary. If you can’t

of red wine in his hand and raised his brows in satisfaction. He stared at Renee with a smug expression on his face, as if looking down at a pesky bug who should never have been

that a spiteful and vindictive man like Stefan would never miss a chance to embarrass her! The truth was that Renee could hold her liquor remarkably well. The only problem was that

any alcoholic drink.

not touch

trying to challenge me, I’ll just have to teach him what

It is my fault

alcohol,” Rence said graciously, then downed the entire glass of orange juice in one gulp and picked up the wine decanter from the table. She poured herself a full glass of red wine, then, with a mysterious expression on her face, she turned to Stefan and suddenly said, “But wait! What’s the fun in just drinking the wine? Why don’t we play a finger guessing game, Mr. Hunt? If you win, I’ll

gaze betrayed his disdain. Because of his status and reputation, he had never played such a trivial drinking

lose? If you’re afraid of a woman, Mr. Hunt, then I think you’re even less suited for the battlefield of business

a book by its cover. However, considering these two used to be married

his searching eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want

And the loser must agree unconditionally to anything that the winner