Chapter 527 You're Not Worthy

• Mr. Booth leered at Whitney from head to toe. Even though he had seen countless beauties before, this was his first time seeing a type like this. Ever since Whitney was young, her family was exceedingly well off. So, there was a slight hint of nobility on her.
• "Come, little beauty, I'll toast to you." Mr. Booth raised the glass at her, and before Whitney could respond, he was already throwing his head back and downing the wine in one go.
• Whitney had no choice but to grit her teeth and drink as well. The two women beside Mr. Booth also seemed to catch on, so they coaxed the two to keep drinking. Whitney hadn't sat down for long, but there was already more than two bottles’ worth of wine in her stomach. Her gaze was bleary as she could only repeat her actions mechanically, lifting her head and drinking glass after glass.