Chapter 123

Anderson smirked. "Hailey, didn't you hear me?" Hailey remained composed and responded softly, "Sorry, Mr. Anderson, I can't drink alcohol." John, not willing to let it go, chimed in, "That's easy. Just drink some juice next to me, and we can talk about everything else afterward." Hailey glanced at Anderson for help, but he remained indifferent. He lazily lit a cigarette, showing no intention of intervening. Soon, the waiter brought freshly squeezed orange juice. John poured a glass, and the others at the table shifted to make room for Hailey. Hailey knew how significant the Candor City real estate project was. She was the project leader and understood its high stakes better than anyone. Anderson, a born opportunist, showed no concern for her plight. Resigned, Hailey clenched her fists. Under the watchful eyes of the others, she sat next to John. His hand quickly found its way to her thigh. "What perfume are you wearing, my dear Hailey? It smells wonderful." Hailey looked