Chapter 320 I'll Make A Move

• Upon hearing James Lawson's words, Cynthia White let out a light snort, raised her head slightly, and had a faintly mocking smile at the corner of her mouth. "Just because of a beer? If that's enough to make you drunk, James Lawson, then your tolerance is truly pathetic."
• "Besides, if you were going to make a move on me, I would have already been taken advantage of by you countless times. I'm not afraid at all."
• With that, Cynthia White boldly opened the beer and lightly bumped it against James Lawson's. "What's wrong? Could it be that your tolerance is really that bad?"