Chapter 1848

Jonathan was not expecting such a fearless reaction from Caprice and was visibly taken aback. After he reeled back from the shock and was still considering his response, President Michael remarked with a smile, “She’s feisty, I like that.” He grabbed a glass of beer and rose from his seat. Then, he lapped around the table to Caprice's side so he could sit next to her. He shot a cross look at Jonathan. “If she doesn’t want to drink, let her be! Why are you forcing her to drink?” Jonathan apologized. With that, President Michael leaned in closer to Caprice. "Miss Caprice, you don't have to drink if you don't like to drink. Have a toast with me, you can drink whatever you want." He raised his glass while coyly putting another arm around Caprice’s waist. Caprice recoiled. She immediately shot up from her seat and snatched a glass of orange juice from the table. She smashed it toward the pervert’s head without any hesitation. Crash! President Michael staggered