I hadn't expected Milan to chime in with a wolfish grin. "It's been a while since Lawyer Gray dealt with the company. Seems he's forgotten that substituting water for alcohol at the dinner table is frowned upon. Those who don't know better might think you're deliberately disrespecting Mr. Walker."

Before Mr. Walker could respond, Agnes frowned and shot me a look. "Don't you have any manners? Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Walker!"

With that, she refilled a glass with wine and pushed it toward me.

She knew my tolerance for alcohol was low and had told me before that I didn't need to worry about drinking at such dinners. Yet now, she was personally forcing me to drink.

Mr. Walker smiled kindly. "It's okay. If he doesn't want to drink, that's fine. I'm just stepping out for a moment; you all go ahead and eat."

Agnes' voice turned icy. "Do you really want to ruin this deal?"

My heart trembled, and I lowered my voice as I looked at her. "I took cefalexin."

She froze for a second but quickly laughed mockingly. "Stop making excuses. Drink up and get the deal signed. If we lose this partnership, don't blame me for turning hostile."

The girl who once loved me wholeheartedly was long gone. Her love for me had completely faded away.

When Mr. Walker returned, Agnes pretended to be affectionate and held the wine glass to my lips. "River's in a mood with me, but it seems he'll only drink if I feed him myself."

Mr. Walker chuckled warmly. "Seeing how well you two get along puts me at ease. A couple must work together to go far. I get what you're saying, don't worry—the deal is still yours."

Agnes' eyes sparkled with joy, and she immediately urged. "Well, aren't you going to toast Mr. Walker? We should thank him for his generosity."

I looked at her expressionlessly. "Are you sure you want me to drink?"

Milan taunted. "What's a grown man whining about a little alcohol for? Come on!"

With that, he lifted his glass and downed it in one gulp.

Agnes' face darkened, and she leaned in close, whispering harshly in my ear, "You want a divorce, don't you? Fine, drink this, and I'll divorce you. Don't drink, and you can sue for divorce—I'll drag it out for a year or more if I have to."

After hearing that, what was there left to misunderstand?

If she didn't want an amicable parting, then she couldn't blame me for resorting to tricks.