Zach stared at Randall with a cold look as he sat next to the trembling intern, Maybelline Forde. He approached with a stoic expression. The head of the Business Development Department came over, smiling, and said, "Ms. Forde, get up quick! Mr. Jardin wants to sit next to Mr. Burton."

Maybelline seemed like she had found a lifeline. "O-Okay." But before she could stand up, Randall grabbed her. "Mr. Jardin's presence won't stop us from having a drink. You can't even handle alcohol; how are you going to seal a business deal? You must be fresh out of school! Come on... I'll teach you."

"Mr. Burton, I don't need your help in educating our staff," Zach said as he gripped Randall's wrist, applying pressure.

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Randall's wrist hurt, but he kept his cool, considering there were people watching. In the end, he compromised. He chuckled, "I was just kidding, Mr. Jardin. Don't take it seriously. Come, have a seat, let's have a drink together, we can discuss everythi