Chapter 1312

During the meal, Dior kept asking her friend for advice on making a cold man drunk. She asked a pile of questions, and perhaps her friend found it annoying that she phoned her right after. She looked at Harry. She could not answer the call right at his face, but she desperately needed to know. Dior put down her fork and excused herself, “I’ll go to the washroom.” “Okay.” She walked out and turned a corner to pick up the call. “What is it? Is there a win-win solution?” “Make him drink!” hissed her confidante. “Of course I know that!” retorted Dior. “The question is, how to make him drink more?” He drank only tea throughout their dinner so far, and not once did he touch the alcohol, much to Dior’s chagrin. The friend said, “Tell him how pitiable you are, then. Make it as bad as possible. This way, he’d feel bad for you and pity you. He’d listen to whatever you say.” Dior blinked. Tell him how pitiable she was? She had nothing to be pitied over! Oh, the trouble