After speaking, without waiting for Ben Carter to reply, she sat down to the side, her back facing the outside. It seemed she was hiding from someone.

Ben Carter looked up, and with his sharp gaze, he indeed saw that behind the lady, a young master was squeezing through the crowd from afar. It was clear what was happening, and it was best not to get involved. With a simple “whatever,” he closed his eyes again and savored his drink.

“Oh, it’s Xuelishao.” She must have recognized the aroma of Xuelishao, the woman said with a hint of surprise. It seemed she had tasted it before; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to identify such a rare fine wine just by its scent.

Hearing her say this, Ben Carter was a bit surprised. He had rarely seen women drink this kind of liquor—it was so strong that not everyone could handle it. He asked with some doubt, “Hmm, have you had this kind of liquor before? Very few girls drink it!”

She was just worrying about not having a topic, so she quickly replied, “Yes, I’ve had a little before. The flavor is very fragrant and unique, so as soon as I smelled it today, I remembered.”

Actually, she had only tasted this wine once by chance before. At that time, she was drawn in by its aroma and had a few cups, but she hadn’t expected its aftereffects to be so strong—she got very drunk, so the impression was deep.

Ben Carter responded with an “oh,” acknowledging her.

As they exchanged a few words, the man behind had already come up. He leaned in next to the woman and said, “Ms. Harris, I didn’t expect to run into you here—what a coincidence!”

He was a young master, dressed head to toe in designer brands, but his looks were quite ordinary. His hair was slicked back, his face full of arrogance. Just from his tone, it was obvious he was a playboy.

Hearing his words, Ms. Harris frowned slightly and, as if unintentionally, shifted herself a little to the side. But the lighting was dim and her movement subtle, so the playboy didn’t notice. She thought to herself: As soon as I saw him, I tried to avoid him, but he still caught up. Looks like tonight is going to be troublesome.

But there was no way out—she had to deal with it somehow. She replied a bit awkwardly, “Mr. Thompson, what a coincidence, I didn’t expect you to come here too!”

This guy was the son of a major company director, a good-for-nothing playboy. She had just arrived at the head office and was already being pestered by him. Usually, she would avoid him whenever possible. Today, she was in a bad mood and came here to unwind, not expecting to run into him. If she had known he would be here, she wouldn’t have come even if someone forced her.

Seeing the beauty he’d been dreaming about right in front of him—he’d had his eye on her for a long time. She was not only beautiful but also elegant, and he could never catch her before. He hadn’t expected to run into her here today—what a rare opportunity! Seeing her in a black business suit, even more stunning than usual, he thought there was no way he’d let this chance slip by tonight. The thought almost made him drool.

He was already a seasoned womanizer, thick-skinned and bold. Without being invited, he sat right next to Ms. Harris, looking refined on the surface, but as soon as he spoke, his tone changed: “It’s really not easy to meet you here today, Ms. Harris. If I’d known you liked this place, I would have invited you here long ago. There’s no time like the present—how about this, let me be the host tonight. First, to congratulate you on your promotion and your bright future; second, to celebrate our fateful meeting. I really admire your talent, Ms. Harris, and have always wanted to chat with you, but never found the chance. Please, give me this honor tonight—at least let me buy you a couple of drinks.”

All his reasons sounded so proper that she couldn’t easily refuse—turning him down would be disrespectful, unless she didn’t want to stay at the company anymore. Just as Ms. Harris was thinking of a way to get out of this, Mr. Thompson was already preparing to clear the table.

Just as he was about to order drinks, he realized there was a third person at the table. That wouldn’t do—it would ruin the mood. Under the dim light, Mr. Thompson looked closely at Ben Carter and saw he was just a young man, dressed plainly, probably just an ordinary person. So he said to Ben Carter, “Friend, I have something to discuss with this lady. Could you change seats?” He was already in a bad mood, and hearing that tone, Ben Carter was not pleased. If you want someone to give up their seat, you should at least be polite. Besides, he was here first, and the other guy hadn’t even spoken yet—why should he give up his seat? Just then, the music swelled, and Ben Carter deliberately pretended not to hear, humming his own little tune.

Seeing that the other party didn’t react at all, whether intentionally or not, Mr. Thompson was a bit annoyed. He was about to lose his temper, but thought better of it—this wasn’t the time or place. Suppressing his anger, he cleared his throat and said, “Friend, do me a favor. I have something to discuss with this lady. Could you change seats? I’ll cover tonight’s expenses—how about it?”

To say this, he was already giving a lot of face. In another setting, he would have already called someone over to teach this clueless guy a lesson.