Chapter 313 He Still Needed a Wheelchair Yesterday—but Today, He Was Already Walking?

Jenna noticed that in circles like these, you could find maybe one Quinn Forester out of a hundred men.

He had none of the bad habits these men did. He was rich, but low-key, and did not have any vices.

Jenna even began to wonder how she would have ended up if the one she had met back then was not Quinn Forester.

Would she have become one of the women these company presidents talked about who were coaxed with money and thrown away when they had gotten bored with her—a rich man’s plaything?

Right then, President Dickson said, “It’s no fun drinking like this. Look at you guys—you’ve been dawdling so much you haven’t even finished one glass.”

He called a server over and muttered some instructions to him.

Two minutes later, the server returned with a rectangular box and placed it on the table.

President Dickson picked up the box and shook it. “I asked the server to write some notes and put them into this box. We’ll take turns picking one, and drink however much is written on there.