Chapter 232 Three Self-Punishment Shots

• When he said that, the others didn’t look all that shocked. The most stunned was Vincy Shaw—her eyes flew wide as she stared at Ben Walton in disbelief.
• “To be straight with you, Vincy didn’t actually ask me to come tonight. She only told me she was taking a few leaders out to dinner. I got worried—mostly about her health. She never touches alcohol. But I know how she is: she pays back every kindness. All the leaders here have been good to her, and to the company, so I figured she’d drink to show respect. On a normal day, fine—let her drink and get drunk once, no big deal. But not lately. Why? She just had surgery. The doctor warned her over and over—no drinking, or it could go really bad. But she’s stubborn. If she’s here, she’ll drink. And with you all caring so much about her, she’d drink even more.” Ben Walton grinned and spun his tale to the table of leaders.
• “They say when you meet kindred spirits, a thousand cups still aren’t enough. Besides, you leaders came tonight because you value me—because you’re giving me face. So even if it lands me in the hospital, I’ll drink with you till you’re happy,” Vincy Shaw caught on fast after the first jolt of surprise. She picked up Ben’s lead, smooth as silk.