Ivy Holden's words were neither too soft nor too hard, leaving no room for criticism.
Cassie Aldrin seethed inwardly, but she forced a smile and said, "You're right. A girl should be a little particular at these drinking parties. Drink if you want to, don't if you don't."
"Thank you for your consideration, Mr. Aldrin." Ivy Holden gave Zeke Locke a smirk. "Mr. Locke, I guess I'll listen to Mr. Aldrin, then."
Zeke Locke glanced at Cassie Aldrin. 'What's with this woman?' he thought. 'Didn't we agree to get Lady Eden drunk? Now she's giving her an out.'
This kind of dinner was obviously all about drinking.
Ivy Holden's slick move made things awkward for everyone.
To make matters worse, Jensen Morrison wasn't giving anyone any face either, just sitting there silently with a placid expression.
Fourth Master Shaw chuckled. "Is the food not to everyone's liking? I just hired a three-star Michelin chef yesterday. Should I have him come over and see what everyone wants to eat?"
