With that, she tilted her head back and swiftly finished her drink. When she finished, she made sure to turn the glass upside down, proving she hadn't left a single drop!
Mr. Smith's face broke into a smile after hearing her words and watching her drink so spiritedly. He laughed even harder. "That's more like it! Enna, I'll toast to your words."
He poured another full glass, but he didn't drink his own from before.
"To you, Mr. Smith," Enna Clark raised her glass and quickly downed another.
After drinking three glasses of white liquor in a row, she felt like there was a fire burning in her stomach, and it was terribly uncomfortable. Her face was even more flushed, like a ripe apple, incredibly tempting.
Mr. Smith poured her two more drinks. After Enna gritted her teeth and drank them, he finally stopped and went to drink with others.
Tiffany Clifford breathed a sigh of relief, helped Enna sit down, and asked worriedly, "Enna, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."