Humiliated, I Showed My True Hand

The private room reeked of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume, the stifling air making it hard to breathe. I held a full glass of strong liquor, my stomach churning wildly, yet I forced a smile: "Mr. Wilson, I'll toast to you on Whitney's behalf. Regarding the project, I'll still have to trouble you to take care of it." Mr. Wilson's greasy hand slammed onto my shoulder, the grip nearly crushing my bones. Squinting, he grinned, "Henry, I'm just telling you—chasing women can't be so pathetic. Running yourself ragged like a beast of burden, they might not even appreciate it." I said nothing, tilting my head back to down the whole glass of white liquor. The fiery liquid seared my throat, a blaze igniting in my stomach, sweat instantly breaking out on my forehead, and the roots of my teeth aching. "Slow down, you drink like you're starving. It looks cheap." Whitney Lynn's voice was coy but dripping with disdain. She sat beside Mr. Wilson, her makeup impeccable, eyes fixed on me as if I were rubbish stuck to the sole of a shoe. I wiped the corner of my mouth clean of liquor stains, forcing myself upright. "Whitney, I'm fine. As long as Mr. Wilson is happy and the project succeeds, that's all that matters." Who asked you to drink for me? Whitney Lynn frowned and pushed me aside. "You reek of alcohol—smelling awful. Don't stand here and block the way." Mr. Wilson laughed loudly, wrapping his arm around Whitney Lynn's waist, his fingers roaming inappropriately. "Whitney, your fiance is obedient, but he really lacks presence—like a mere follower." The pain in my stomach suddenly intensified, like a rusty knife twisting inside. I clutched my belly, my fingertips cold, cold sweat dripping onto the floor. What's wrong with you? Whitney Lynn gave me a glance filled only with impatience, not a trace of concern. "N-Nothing." I clenched my teeth, my vision clouded, but forced myself to focus. "About the project contract... when will it be signed on your end?" "You don't need to concern yourself with the contract anymore." Whitney's voice suddenly became light as she rose and headed toward the private room door.