Chapter 318

The posture was not comfortable. But Maverick, who was always reticent, showed remarkable patience with others' flattery tonight. Giselle was somewhat off balance. Yu Hongsheng steadied her with a support from the side. And this scene was completely within Maverick's sight. Without showing any emotion, he pulled out his chair at the head of the table and sat down. As soon as Maverick took his seat, the others naturally found their places as well. After everyone was seated, they noticed Giselle still standing with the goblet in her hand. It dawned on them then that she was in the middle of toasting. As the lowest status person in the entire private room, Giselle was indeed adaptable. She was able to smile after being ignored for so long and say, "I toast this glass to everyone present here." Giselle and Maverick. Who in the metropolitan business circle wouldn't know about them? Although these two never had a wedding ceremony, who could forget how Giselle forced a marriage using a B-scan printout? Moreover, once Harrison became in-laws with the Hyland family. In business talks outside, the relationship was used quite a bit. The Hyland family may not place their new in-law Harrison to heart, but Hawk family couldn’t afford not to look to the Hyland family. Hence, they ensured they gave full face to them where needed. The fleeting marriage between Giselle and Maverick. The Hawk family has certainly reaped many benefits. The public doesn't know much about the real reason behind their divorce, but when they do discuss it, they conclude that Giselle lost her child, and Maverick had wanted to divorce her for a while now, holding the fact that she foolishly ran to take care of Patrick against her. And so, she was promptly cast aside. No one in the business circles, let alone in the entire upper-class society of Finceland, can mention Giselle without commenting— "She's brainless!" Who wouldn't mock Harrison? He fathered two daughters— Both more trouble than the last. Although they both have high aspirations, Unfortunately— Their fortunes are as fragile as paper. Even when they strive to reach great heights, they can be clumsy enough to fall straight down. This is true for Gloria, and it's true for Giselle. Despite all their tribulations, these two sisters continue to stir up trouble, failing to secure a seat at the table of wealthy matrons and now beginning to meddle in the business world. This was so comical that it could make one lose one's teeth from laughter. Although Giselle isn't considered any significant to anyone present, Maverick is here. Even if Giselle is just Maverick's unwanted ex-wife, they have to save face in front of him. At the dining table, once face is given, it's a matter of life and death. This kind of "face," Giselle would rather not want in her heart. Yet now, everyone is toasting her, elevating her as a mere assistant on a pedestal. After others toast, she has to toast back. Unfortunately, there are too many people here today. Her alcohol tolerance isn't bad, but it isn't so great either. Having drinks down till the end, she's almost unable to cope. Yu Hongsheng on the side is starting to worry, but Maverick is just observing with cold eyes. Giselle spins the bottle, and it points to Maverick. In such a dinner situation, Maverick is more than just Maverick; he's "Boss Bo", the president of the Hyland Group, whom everyone in the Emperor City business circle wants to have a relationship with. Leaving everything aside, just acting as Mr. Hyland, Maverick is a high branch and a big leg that Giselle needs to cling onto. Respect is naturally due to alcohol. "Mr. Hyland, I toast this drink to you." The form of respect was used. Those who were estranged, everyone at the table wanted to see Maverick's reaction. After all, who doesn't have a bit of gossipy mentality? Seeing exes, there must be some dramatic effects. But unexpectedly - Both of them are good at concealing their feelings. Maverick didn't refuse Giselle's toast, but he was very indifferent, he didn't even lift his eyelids facing Giselle's toast, he simply held the glass in front of him and took a sip. A glass for Giselle, a sip from him. Respect was given, but not the sentiment. Everyone understood implicitly. ... Giselle, on the other hand, didn't feel anything. It's good this way. There is no need for affection between them. Perhaps it was due to Maverick's visible indifference towards Giselle, those around the table became bolder. Lust for wine, women, and wealth. Alcohol emboldens the cowardly. Those who can't hold their liquor, bolstered by the alcoholic fervor, started talking dirty. Giselle's beauty is undeniable. Among the ladies of the upper class in Finceland, she is ranked first. When Giselle toasted, a certain man, flushed and intoxicated, began hurling obscenities, inquiring about Giselle's measurements, declaring that he would seek women of the same dimensions in the future. Blushed and red-eared, he was clearly drunk. At first, others were taken back by his audacity. However, observing Maverick's lack of reaction, even playing with his wine glass, they relaxed and began to laugh uproariously. Yu Hong rose to mediate. Someone said, "Mr. Yu, it's just her measurements. Your assistant can't possibly be unable to handle a little banter like this." At a man's banquet, women are often the butt of the joke, unless you are powerful enough that they must flatter and cajole you... And the Hawk family's standing in Finceland doesn't even rank in the middle tier. Yuhong Sheng, the Deputy General Manager, didn't command much respect in the outside world. He had the choice to either follow along or let Giselle leave. But leaving would amount to losing face in front of everyone... However— Yuhong Sheng furrowed his brow, saying, "This isn't within her job description." This statement from Yuhong Sheng sent the atmosphere of the private room into a tense freeze. At this moment, Maverick lifted his gaze to look at Yuhong Sheng, before withdrawing it with a snort. There seemed to be a hint of contempt… Giselle didn't understand why she noticed such subtly expressive on Maverick's face. Perhaps subconsciously, she was paying attention to Maverick in her peripheral vision. She laughed a bit, and the drunken haze lent her laugh an intoxicating air. "So what Manager Yu means is, I shouldn't treat this as work." Her lips parted as Giselle rattled off three sets of numbers. Of course, she made them up. But it satisfied this group of loathsome men, their laughter nauseating. When Giselle sat back down, she felt an unbearable discomfort from her heart to her body. Yu Hongsheng poured her a cup of hot water, "Drink some to calm down." Giselle took it, "Thank you, Uncle Yu." She didn't call him Chairman Yu, because of Yu Hongsheng's protection earlier. However, the hot water couldn't alleviate the turmoil churning inside her stomach. Giselle went to the washroom. And she threw up. After vomiting, she didn’t leave. Instead, she flipped open the toilet cover, sat on it, and ate a hangover pill she took from her pocket. She had taken one before drinking. But evidently, the amount of alcohol she drank today exceeded the amount she could handle. She wasn't working before. She never knew that the workplace was so tough. Just like Gloria detests her, she also despises Gloria. If it wasn't for Gloria, she wouldn't have to come back and go through this difficulty. Coming out of the washroom, Giselle was unsteady on her feet, walking in a wobbly line. Approaching the door of the private room, she saw Maverick. He stood there smoking, under the dim yellow corridor light. Maverick was in a dark suit, enveloped in the pale smoke, exuding an aura of noble depth. The beauty of Giselle was undeniable. Maverick was indeed a charismatic man that attracted others, that was also undeniable. Even his smoking was surrounded by an atmospheric vibe. However, Giselle stole only a fleeting glance, without pause. Even pretended not to see him, she had no intention of greeting either. Even a casual, polite "Mr. Hyland" seemed too much for her. She reached the entrance of the private room, and right before she pushed open the door, her wrist tightened. Maverick seemed to always enjoy interrupting her movements. But she didn’t find it surprising at all. Since when does Maverick smoke in the corridor instead of the smoking area? That's already wrong, isn't it?