He immediately poured her another glass and said with a smile, "Ms. Aria can really hold her liquor. Not bad, not bad, come on, let’s drink another glass."

Annie Lawrence took the drink and drained it again.

Her alcohol tolerance was fairly good.

But after two glasses of red wine, her head started to feel dizzy.

This was actually not normal.

Because according to Annie’s normal alcohol tolerance, it would be impossible for her to feel tipsy after only drinking two glasses of red wine.

At any other time, she would also think this was abnormal.

But at this moment, Annie did not think much about it, she even wished she could get drunk quickly, because only when she was drunk would she not feel so disgusted.

"How does Ms. Aria find this wine?" Mr. Canton saw her face flushed and her eyes somewhat blurry, he shook the wine in his hand which he hadn’t even really drunk, and asked with a smile.

"The taste is good, it is good wine." Annie already had a bit of drunkenness, she looked at the wine glass in Mr. Canton’s hand, and said seductively, "Mr. Canton hasn’t even had a drink, didn’t you say we were going to toast? I’ve already had a drink, and your glass hasn’t had a sip."

Instead of answering her question, Mr. Canton chuckled as he poured some more red wine into her empty glass: "I just like watching you drink. Come on, have another glass."

Annie pretended to push it away: "Oh dear, my head is already a bit dizzy, if I drink more, I’ll get drunk."

"It’s good to be drunk." Mr. Canton laughed and got closer to her, pulling her into his arms in one swift move, gripping her waist tightly, his smile becoming greasy and vulgar, "Men have no chance unless a woman is drunk. A drunk woman is full of charm. Come on, I’ll feed you this glass of wine. Little beauty, as long as you serve me well tonight, I won’t treat you badly."

As he spoke, Mr. Canton had already brought the wine glass to Annie’s mouth.

As the man neared, his face seemed even greasier, especially when he spoke, the unpleasant smell from his mouth sprayed directly onto Annie’s face.

Annie raised her head and looked at the pig-headed man in front of her, enduring the disgust she pushed him gently and playfully complained, "Mr. Canton, you’re so bad."

Mr. Canton laughed loudly: "Men are bad, and women don’t love them. Come on, drink this glass of wine obediently."

Annie didn’t suspect Mr. Canton had any other intentions, so she opened her mouth and took a few sips of the wine in the glass.

Every Jacob she had served had more or less some quirks.

It seemed that Mr. Canton’s preference was to get women drunk.

Such a preference, in Annie’s eyes, was nothing.

At least it wasn’t perverted.

Another glass of red wine went down.

Annie was now more than halfway drunk, and her eyes became even more dazed.

"Little beauty, are you drunk?" Mr. Canton reached out and patted her face.

Annie looked at the person in front of her, seeing double, she blinked her eyes and rubbed her forehead, "Mr. Canton, my head is so dizzy, this red wine is even more powerful than the ones I’ve drunk before. I’ve only, only had a little bit, how can I be drunk already?"

"It’s good to be drunk." Mr. Canton reached out and patted her face again, and said with a meaningful smile, "I just want you to get drunk. This wine is, of course, different from the ones you have drunk before. This is a good wine I specially prepared for you."

This red wine had an incredibly fast punch.

It didn’t take long for Annie to feel her head getting dizzier and her consciousness getting more and more blurred after drinking it.