Chapter 1175

Vicky's heart turned cold. "Okay… Miss Young, Mister Hart, I hope you can forgive me after this," she said through gritted teeth before she downed three glasses of wine. She coughed as the taste of tannin tickled her throat. Soon, a flush of red stained her cheeks.

She looked at Tyler and asked, "Are you happy now, Mister Hart?"

"As if. You can't seriously think your wrong can be forgiven by just drinking three glasses of wine, right?" Tyler replied coldly.

Vicky clenched her hands angrily. 'He's making my life difficult on purpose!'

Seeing this, the boss immediately laughed and said awkwardly, "Vicky, now that you've finished three glasses, you still need to toast Mister Hart and Miss Young separately."

By then, Vicky started to feel a little dizzy. She was sure she would be lying face down on the floor if she had to drink another two glasses of wine.

'Ugh… Why does Tyler insist on making my life difficult?' thought Vicky. Suddenly, propped up by liquid courage, she did not want