This was essentially saying that if she didn't drink, it would be a public show of disrespect.
It was a covert test of her obedience.
Claire Prescott's eyes turned slightly cold; she silently stood, raised her glass of red wine, clinked glasses with him, and downed it in front of everyone.
The burning discomfort in her stomach was suppressed. She stared at him and said calmly, "Are you satisfied now, sir?"
The young girl's clear and elegant eyes were calm and unruffled, her fair and delicate face had a tinge of pink, reflecting a tenacity under the crystal light.
Seeing her like that, it seemed that the drink just now was no pressure for her.
Usually, one would say something before drinking; drinking without a word annoyed him.
"You seem to handle your drinks well," Ethan Lancaster said with a smile, yet his eyes lacked warmth.
Claire replied, "Just average. Any more, and I'll be drunk."
Any more, and she'd leave immediately.
