Chapter 323

Clifford sat there impassively, his eyes flicking toward her. He wore no expression, but Latisha felt a chill from his gaze, a silent warning. She bit her lip and quietly

looked away.

"Mr. Lambert, your assistant looks like a student. Is she even legal?" someone joked. "You really know how to live."

Clifford looked at the man coolly. "And how would you know she's a student?"

The man paused. "So she really is a student?"

Clifford let out a humorless laugh. "Gentlemen, with your impressive tolerance, you hardly need assistants. I'd say you could all drink until dawn without breaking a sweat."

"Hahaha, we're getting old. Health comes first. We can't drink like we used to. Besides, this is just a get-together, not a battle to the death." The man's tone shifted. “But since we're having such a good time tonight, it would be a shame not to spice things up. The drinks lose their appeal otherwise."

"That's true, but..." Clifford turned to Greyson. "If you were going to call my assistant, why did you call this decorative piece? Are you trying to see me lose?”

Greyson raised an eyebrow, his expression calm. "My apologies. I wasn't aware you had any other female assistants on your floor besides Ms. Judd. But I believe looks can be deceiving. As soft as she appears, Ms. Judd must have her own strengths to be your assistant. She won't necessarily lose. Right, Ms. Judd?"

Being called upon, Latisha stiffened. She had never drunk alcohol before, let alone competed with these people. She would lose for sure.

She didn't know how to respond, and couldn't, so she just looked at Clifford. Everyone else was looking at him too.

Clifford lit a cigarette and leaned back lazily. "What if I lose? And what if I win?"

The man who had spoken first replied, "If we win, then the terms of our partnership will have to change. How about we add another five points in our favor?"

Clifford smiled. “Then why bother partnering at all?”

The man's face changed. "Are you saying you don't want to work with us, Mr. Lambert?"

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"Isn't that the question I should be asking you?" Clifford retorted. "Since when are business deals decided by drinking games? If that's the case, does that mean if I win you'partner with me at zero profit?"

The man was left speechless.

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"Come now, this is a partnership. We all have to make money, it's just a matter of how much. If you're talking about no profit at all, then there sTIO point. Mr. Lambert, even if you concede five points, it's not like you wouldn't make any money, right?"

Clifford replied nonchalantly, "But I'm a greedy man. I don't want to give up a single point."

His words instantly soured the mood in the room.

He continued, “I'd just like to know who set these rules, and who agreed to them. Was it you?"

He directed the question at Greyson, who paused for a moment.

"Mr. Lambert, you're wrongly accusing me," Greyson said smoothly. "I'm new here.

How could I possibly establish such rules with these gentlemen?"

The man on the far left spoke up, his eyes darting between Clifford and Latisha My guess is Mr Lambert is just playing the white knight,can't bear to see his own assistant drink."

"Oh? Now that you mention it, I see it too. Before this assistant arrived, Mr. Lambert

was drinking with us shot for shot. As soon as she got here, he turned on us."