Chapter 786 Amelia’s Screwed—Mister Is Here

• The lights were dim, and on top of that, Isabella was already guilty as hell. She didn’t notice Amelia’s sleight of hand at all. “Sophia, why aren’t you drinking? You had a lot of booze just now. Have some milkshake to settle your stomach and sober up,” Isabella said, pretending to care.
• Amelia’s fair, slender fingers swirled the cup. A half-smile played on her lips.
• Isabella got antsy and urged again, “Sophia, I’m doing this for you. Hurry up and drink!”