Sophie Smith's body stiffened; his humiliation was direct and naked.
Since Asher Land arrived at the celebration banquet, everyone's attention had been focused on him. No one knew what he had just whispered in Sophie Smith's ear, but they saw her suddenly blush.
"Miss Smith, have another drink. I think you can handle your alcohol pretty well," Asher Land deliberately teased, holding his glass out to her.
Drink it then! That damn Asher Land, does he have to make a fool of her to feel happy?
Without hesitation, Sophie Smith took the glass from his hand, closed her eyes, and downed it in one gulp.
Perhaps because she drank it too quickly, she choked and couldn't stop coughing.
Asher Land didn't relent; instead, he poured another glass.
Sophie Smith knew he was upset, surely because she had just toasted Wyatt Sterling, so he wanted to keep tormenting her.
Sophie Smith picked up the glass, only to find a strong hand grabbing her wrist.