"It's just a drink, what's the big deal? Stop acting like you're some kind of Eldest Miss Monroe!"
"Exactly! One glass of wine isn't going to cost you anything!"
"Look at where you are now, what weight do you think you carry, still daring to be this arrogant."
"Her getting herself in trouble is one thing, she's going to drag all of us down with her…"
The voices came one after another; as they watched Anna still sitting there, they grew more and more enraged.
Anna was going to get every single one of them killed!
"Anna! Drink it."
Director Lowell was even more furious. He stood up and spoke to Anna in an icy voice.
"Don't drag us down."
Anna looked at them, amused. "One glass of wine, sure, nothing much if I drink it."
Hearing that, everyone at the table thought Anna had finally been talked into obediently drinking it.
"But that one…"
Anna reached out and picked up the full glass of red wine in front of her. "I'm not feeling well. Why should I drink that?"
