Her gaze was a blatant challenge: 'Come and get it if you dare.'
Quincy Sterling: "..."
Victor Morgan watched from the side, on pins and needles, afraid Jessie would accidentally choke.
As for Director and Mrs. Sterling, who were sitting across from them, they just wanted to roll their eyes and pretend this daughter of theirs didn't exist.
Mrs. Sterling fought the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose. She shot Jessie a discreet glare. 'How old is she? And in front of her son-in-law, no less. Is this any way to behave?'
Jessie pretended not to notice her mother's sharp glare. She stuffed a large bite of flatbread into her mouth, and sure enough, it was a bit hard to swallow.
She wanted to take a sip of water, but her mouth was too full.
After finally managing to swallow, she couldn't help but pat her chest.
Victor Morgan handed her the corn juice. "Slow down. Don't choke."
The other three people at the table facepalmed.
