Chapter 488 Hold That Drink

• Zhang Siqiao glanced at the text from Alice, then lifted her chin and shot Alice a look like a dare.
• Next, she simply reached out and wrapped herself around Eric Goodwell’s arm without asking.
• Watching Zhang Siqiao hug Eric’s arm right in front of her—and even throw a taunting look her way—made Alice’s fingers clamp down on the fork. Her knuckles blanched, and the fork scraped across the blue-and-white porcelain plate with a shrill, grating hiss.