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Elsa paused and instantly understood the situation.
No wonder she looked familiar with Mr. John, it turned out to be the sponsor of her show. And the reason Ashley was with Mr. John was probably because she was making a deal with. him.
Ashley’s connections were indeed impressive, could even meet with Mr. John.
With Elsa’s current popularity, if one sponsor withdrew their funding, there would be others lining up to take their place.
However, most of the investors knew individuals like Mr. John because of his high status and extensive network within the industry. Elsa was afraid that Mr. John would tarnish her reputation in front of other potential investors.
Without any backing now, Elsa realized that she was vulnerable to being blacklisted, and needed to be cautious in every decision she made.
After considering the pros and cons, Elsa took a deep breath. She released her grip on the doorknob, turned around, and walked back.
“I’m sorry, I was too drunk and didn’t recognize Mr. John,” Elsa said as she picked up a glass of red wine from the table and nodded toward Mr. John. “Mr. John, this glass, I toast you.”
Despite the dim lighting in the private room, Mr. John could
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still appreciate Elsa’s attractive figure, which was
undoubtedly a hundred times more alluring than Ashley’s.
Mr. John instantly felt less interested in having Ashley in his arms. He pushed her away and patted the seat next to him. And insisted that Elsa came and sat beside him.
Seeing the disdain in the man’s eyes, Ashley couldn’t help feeling dissatisfied. However, when she thought about how embarrassing Elsa would be later, and only be a hundred times worse than her. So, she was relieved and moved to sit
next to them.
After Elsa toasted a glass of wine, Mr. John didn’t stop there and poured her a glass of white wine as well, “Ms. Elsa, I won’t bully you. You drink one, and I’ll drink one!”
Elsa reluctantly finished the drink.
Alternating between red and white wine, she felt a burning sensation in her stomach.
“Mr. John, I’ve toasted with you, but it’s time for me to leave,” Elsa said, placing the glass on the table, indicating that she had no intention of drinking anymore. “I have an important guest to attend to in my private room. I promise to invite you for a meal another day and keep you company with drinks all night.”
Mr. John was dissatisfied, “Ms. Elsa, are you looking down on me? You want to leave after just two drinks?”
“How can I look down on you?” Elsa smiled lightly, her head was a little dizzy, and she couldn’t hold on any longer, “I was afraid that the guest would be angry…”
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“Bring him over then!” Mr. John waved his hand, displaying a bossy attitude.
“This…” Elsa bit her lip, pretending to be hesitant. “That guest likes a quiet environment, and I cannot convince him to
come.”
Mr. John sneered, “Use my name to invite him. You still can’t convince him? Who is he, anyway?”
“Exactly, it’s Mr. Stan from the Laurier Family.”
Mr. John immediately straightened up in his seat, his eyes. showing a hint of trepidation. “You, you’re accompanied, Mr. Stan?”
“Elsa, don’t joke with Mr. John,” Ashley interjected with a cold smile. “Mr. Stan didn’t even glance at you in the morning at the golf course. How could you be drinking with him in the same room tonight!
Ashley told Mr. John about their encounter with Stan at the golf course in the morning.
Upon hearing this, Mr. John also felt that Elsa was deceiving him. He scrutinized her from head to toe and remarked, “Indeed, I’ve tried to schedule meetings with Mr. Stan several times, but it’s been impossible. Let alone with someone at your level!”
He poured a glass of red wine for Elsa and adopted a more assertive tone. “Elsa, I am a sponsor of your show. And I poured this wine for you. If you don’t want to drink it, you can leave now. I can find another show to sponsor, perhaps with even higher returns!”
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Elsa remained silent.
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She took a deep breath and reluctantly picked up the glass, saying, “Alright, then I’ll have a few more drinks with Mr. John.”
Mr. John’s satisfaction was evident upon hearing Elsa’s response.
However, Ashley was not content with just watching Elsa drink, and maliciously interjected, “Mr. John, you might not know this, but Elsa is the second daughter of the Miller Family!”
Mr. John frowned, “Is that so? I’ve heard about the second daughter of the Miller Family, but she rarely accompanies her father in public outings. I never expected it to be Elsa.”
“Yes, just because Elsa keeps a low profile, nobody knows her true identity,” Ashley replied, taking a sip of her drink. Seeing Elsa’s pale face, she felt a great sense of satisfaction.
Ashley did not expect that Elsa’s background would be so easily discovered. In just one afternoon, she managed to obtain all of Elsa’s information.
“Elsa, is it true that you blamed Mr. Miller for Mrs. Miller’s death. Causing him to become furious and sever ties with you, expelling you from the Miller Family?” Ashley rested her chin on her hand, gazing at Elsa. “I heard this from a reporter. Is it true or not?”
“Elsa I’m curious why Mrs. Miller suicide, can you tell me about it?”
Elsa remained silent.
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Her heart ached as the wound was torn, bleeding. She stared at Ashley’s vibrant red lips, unable to utter a word, her mind going blank.
Her hand trembled as she held onto the glass, and some liquid spilled onto her dress.
“Oh, Elsa, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Ashley said, seemingly just noticing Elsa’s pallid complexion. She looked regretful. “I heard all this from others, and I was just curious. Elsa, you look so pale. Should I accompany you to the lounge for a rest?”
“Come on, Elsa, have a drink to relax,” Mr. John filled Elsa’s glass and placed an arm around her shoulder. “The dead can’t come back to life, so don’t be too sad.”
He said with a hint of regret in his tone, “Although I have never met Mrs. Miller, you look beautiful. I think Mrs. Miller is also a beautiful person. She is young and gentle, how could she think of suicide, it is good to marry me…”
Ashley turned on her cell phone video early on and was recording Elsa’s miserable, pale face.
As Elsa remained silent with her head lowered, Ashley reached out and pushed her. “Elsa, you see. Mr. John hasn’t even met Mrs. Miller, yet he feels such sympathy for her. He wanted to marry her even after her death! You still do not toast Mr. John, even without the Miller Family, Mr. John can also give you support!
Everyone in the private room laughed.
Elsa suddenly stood up, grabbed the red wine bottle on the table. Raised her hand and smashed it hard on Mr. John’s
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head.
Mr. John’s head was bruised, and his face was covered in blood.
Mr. John touched the blood on his forehead, looking at Elsa with anger and disbelief. “You hit me?”
“Yes, I hit you!” Elsa shouted at him, her body stag gering, still holding onto the wine bottle. “If you want to withdraw your sponsorship, go ahead! Do you think I’m desperate for your sponsorship of my show? You shameless creature, thinking. that your money makes you superior?”
“Everyone knows you came from a rural background, a poor boy. If it weren’t for your wife selling her house to support your business, would you be where you are now? You ungrateful wretch, joining forces with a mistress to deceive your wife’s money and ultimately driving her insane. You’re even worse than garbage!”
Elsa had put up with it all night and could have put up with it, but this Mr. John should not have insulted her mother!
Elsa’s harsh and swift words caused the people in the private room to be stunned.
When his rural background was exposed, Mr. John’s face turned green with anger. He cursed and called her a “b itch”. He rushed over, grabbed Elsa’s hair, and forcefully pressed her face into the ice bucket.
Ashley took a few steps back, capturing the humiliated Elsa with her phone’s camera, a cold smile playing on her lips.
The ice bucket contained chilled red wine, plus the room
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temperature was low, so the ice cubes melted slowly.
Elsa’s face pressed against the numerous ice cubes, trembling from the cold, desperately struggling to break free.
Mr. John pressed down hard on the back of Elsa’s neck, preventing her from escaping, and sneered, “Just a TV host, yet you dare to give me face and insult me. Do you think. you’re so capable? I could throw you into the river and feed you to the fish, and no one would dare to intervene!”
“Is that so?” A cold and indifferent voice came from the entrance of the private room. “I just arrived and saw such a lively scene.”