Chapter 275

The expressions of everyone present subtly changed, and their gazes towards Winnie suddenly became different.

When it came to the aesthetics of jewelry design, Europe was unquestionably strong.

The famous royal jewelry is dedicated to serving the British royal family, and Winnie, as a designer, has an extraordinary status.

Mr. Hughes's tone changed, "You have actually designed jewelry for the royal family. Do you know the world-renowned jewelry master LC? He is the only talent in the country who has designed jewelry for the royal family."

Winnie glanced back with a meaningful look at Lawrence.

When she was still with him, she had once said that the master she admired the most was LC.

Later, she found out that LC was Lawrence, but he had designed very few things himself. Their matching wedding rings counted as one.

Winnie blinked for a second, quickly regaining her composure. So what?

In three years, she has caught up to his pace.

She squinted slightly, speaking confidently, "I don't know him. I heard that he has been in seclusion for many years. I should have more skills than him now."

Lawrence's face turned black, but he remained calm. No one had ever known that he was LC.

Mr. Hughes was surprised by the girl's ambition.

However, as the European design director he had hired, participating in the Lymington Jewelry Exhibition was not a big deal.

He hesitated and looked at Lawrence, "Mr. Rodriguez, you see, Island Electronics Group has monopolized the market in all aspects. The jewelry exhibition is not a big deal for you. Can you give this opportunity to Imperial Jewelry?"

If Lymington can connect with the European jewelry industry through Ms. Anderson, the jewelry industry's GDP in Lymington will skyrocket, and I can report to the leader!"

He smiled foolishly, but his eyes had already made up his mind.

However, Lawrence's influence in the political arena should not be underestimated. In order to reverse the decision that Lawrence had agreed to, they still needed his approval.

Alan added, "Mr. Hughes, although Lawrence has a top team, those designers have never served as the European director. It's clear that Imperial Jewelry has the upper hand in this regard. It's better for you to report to your superiors, right?"

Mr. Hughes turned to Lawrence again and said, "Mr. Rodriguez... this concerns my personal promotion. You have to give me face. Indeed, Ms. Anderson is more suitable for this project."

Finally, Lawrence's gaze turned to the woman.

Those deep eyes were cold and unpredictable, without clear meaning. He was not embarrassed by losing this big deal. To him, it was just a drop in the bucket.

He tapped the table, staring coldly at Winnie, and suddenly smiled, "Giving it to her is also an option. If Miss Anderson is so capable and good at snatching opportunities, if she drinks all the champagne on the champagne table, then I will consider giving up this project."

Winnie turned her head.

Alan also turned to look, and the cart was full of Champagne, at least thirty glasses!

Lawrence intentionally makes things difficult for Winnie, a heartless man who wants to cause harm. Is he trying to take a life?

With his arms crossed, the man stared at the woman with a pale face. He wanted to punish her by any means necessary, to make her give up!

Winnie tightened her grip on her hand. If she had initially had a less intense desire to win this bid, now, with his public ridicule and harassment, she was determined to obtain it.

Lawrence, you will never know how I've spent the past three years.

She took a step forward.

Alan's face changed slightly as he grabbed her suddenly.

"Are you an idiot? Thirty glasses of champagne, he's obviously trying to trick you."

His frown deepened as he stood up, "Lawrence, there's no need to treat a woman like this, is there? If you want to drink, I'll drink. I'll even have twenty more glasses."

Lawrence's expression turned particularly cold as he looked at him. "And who do you think you are? You should have thought about her fate the moment you pushed her out! Choose between the bid and her."

A cold smile appeared on his face.

Alan gritted his teeth, his shoulders slumping.

This Lawrence had never thought highly of him!

"No need! I'll drink it myself, but Mr. Rodriguez's words should hold weight," Winnie interrupted.

She went to the side of the champagne tower, picked up a glass without hesitation, and started drinking one after another.

She downed about ten glasses in an instant. Her delicate body swayed, her red dress fluttered, and her earlobes turned crimson under the lights.

The men present couldn't tear their eyes away, some admiring her, while others felt pity. By the twentieth glass, Winnie's complexion became unpleasant, and she started coughing violently.

Lawrence stood tall, his aura becoming increasingly cold. She stumbled backward, almost falling.

The man's hand clenched in his pocket, almost uncontrollably wanting to reach out and catch her. But someone was quicker than him.

Alan embraced her shoulders, feeling somewhat guilty as he said, "Winnie, stop drinking!"

"Just, just ten more glasses..." Winnie's beautiful eyes narrowed, slightly dazed, unable to count the remaining glasses anymore.

That stubborn appearance faintly reminded him of the past. Lawrence became momentarily lost in thought.

Finally, Winnie finished the last glass, and her flat stomach began to ache.

She held her stomach, her face twisted in pain, and she looked at Lawrence with a cold and provocative gaze. "How about that, Mr. Rodriguez? I've finished drinking! You said your word counts. The jewelry exhibition project belongs to Imperial Jewelry."

As he watched her standing side by side with Alan, his throat seemed inexplicably blocked. Oh, 'our Imperial Jewelry'?

What kind of dirty relationship does she have with Alan, have they slept together?

Lawrence's expression turned cold, a sour and unwilling feeling filling his heart. He brushed her shoulder.

On the side, Lawrence sneered, "What did I say? I only mentioned considering giving up this deal, I haven't said anything else."

"You... shameless!" Winnie became angry and realized she had been too hasty earlier.

Lawrence, with a deep and cold look in his eyes, walked away indifferently. "Who made you foolish and driven by greed!?"

"Stop right there!" She was furious and stumbled, trying to catch up. "What are your conditions? Tell me all at once!"

"Don't chase after him, you're being foolish. Mr. Hughes explicitly assigned this project to us. He's just trying to create obstacles, but this time, he miscalculated and lost to us."

Alan looked pleased and immediately supported her.

Winnie was dazed for a moment, pondering for a while, and finally felt relieved.

"Ugh..."

"What are you doing!? Don't vomit here, these are my newly purchased limited edition shoes." Alan looked at her in disgust.

Winnie said, "Are you still human?"

"Uh... I mean there are some officials in the private room, it's not appropriate. I'll find a waiter to take you to the restroom. Rest in the lobby and wait for me."

After helping her sit on the sofa, he quickly left to find someone.

Winnie held her head, desperately trying to open her eyes to stay sober. But as time passed, everyone in the private room had left, and Alan still hadn't returned.

A kind receptionist noticed her sitting here alone, almost falling asleep, so she quickly brought a glass of water.

She gently nudged Winnie, who had an unpleasant expression.

"Are you alright? Your companion has been gone for a long time. It seems like he won't come back for you."

"What? Gone?" Winnie thought she had misheard. Was Alan a beast?

Just then, her phone beeped. Winnie lowered her head to check the message. After struggling to read it, her bruised face turned black!