Of course, if they just jump out alone, without any "suggestions" from the people around, they wouldn't really dare to make any moves.
"Thank you." Anna replied with a smile.
"Come, I'll toast to you." President Fitzgerald said, as he moved his chair closer to Anna.
If he can't woo Anna, taking advantage in some way still brings joy.
To speak of it, even touching the hand of the Eldest Miss Monroe is an incredibly prestigious thing.
"Sorry, I don't drink."
Anna smiled, responded politely.
Her refusal immediately made the atmosphere at the table go cold.
Not to mention how Zoe Quinn's gaze gained a few degrees of mockery, even Director Lowell's face looked unpleasant.
"Anna, it's just a glass of wine."
Zoe Quinn sat on President Fitzgerald's other side, wearing a low-cut dress that offered a generous glimpse of her fair chest.
"You're really not giving President Fitzgerald face."
"If face must be given, then you can do it." Anna retorted lightly.
