Chapter 130

Jonah's arrival slightly eased the awkward atmosphere of the gathering. After chatting for a while, Queenie instructed the waiter to pour the drinks. Yet, as it was time to pour into my glass, Jonah intervened. "Ms. Nancy, your ankle injury still hasn't healed yet. Why don't you have some juice instead?" After he said that, he flashed a glance at the waiter, his manner nonchalant. Yet, his words and gestures conveyed an unmistakable sense of authority. Naturally, I couldn't do that. In the presence of top brass like Bruce and Queenie, it was inappropriate for me to refrain from drinking entirely. Before I could even interject, Queenie remarked, "Aren't you being quite considerate toward Ms. Fisher? I've never seen you be so considerate to any other woman, not even when you were a child." After saying that, she turned her attention back to me, her gaze carrying an ambiguous intent. Jonah's eyes twinkled with mirth as he looked at me and said, "You're the reason why Ms. Nancy can