Ivy immediately stopped them. "He can't drink. Let's just drink juice," she said before standing up to order juice.

Missy grabbed her hand and said, "Your boss hasn't said anything, so why are you panicking? I'm just a woman; it's not like I could do anything to him."

Ivy gave up, and Missy raised her glass to click it against Lucas'. "Lucas, I know you've just graduated and might not have a high tolerance for alcohol, but it's fine. You need to drink more to build up your tolerance! This wine doesn't have a high alcohol content anyway!"

She immediately finished her wine in one big gulp, and Ivy swallowed hard at the sight.

Missy set down her glass and gestured at Lucas. "Aren't you going to drink? Why are you just staring at me?"

As he had downed his wine earlier, Lucas' cheeks were flushed. He rarely drank so he was already feeling a bit tipsy.

"Ms. Feake, I can drink, but if I have this glass of wine, we won't be able to discuss anything." Lucas' clear aversion and dista