Chapter 399

Anya's voice was clipped as she answered the phone, her impatience barely veiled beneath forced politeness.

"Hello, Mr. Ben. I'm afraid I've reached my limit… Huh? What's the issue about the corporation? Do we really need another round? I..."

Anya's frustration was evident. She'd already sacrificed her afternoon, forgoing a visit to see the new branch office hires in favor of this drawn-out drinking session with Mr. Ben.

To have him backtrack now was beyond aggravating.

Yet, the potential value of this deal couldn't be ignored. Anya gritted her teeth and agreed to another meeting.

The moment she hung up, Frederick appeared with a steaming bowl of soup in his hands. "Sweetheart, here's some hangover soup. Have some of this to help you sober up."

Anya gently took the soup from Frederick, who was wearing an apron. "Hangover soup? Did you make this for me?"

Frederick nodded slightly. "Yes, sweetheart. It's not good for you to sleep after drinking so much. This will help you sober up