Chapter 1269: Chapter 1269: Breaking In
For a moment, the agent stood there, speechless.
However, Annie Anne’s actions did not cease with the arrival of the agent.
She continued to pour the wine, the bright red liquid swaying with time, scraping against the crystal-clear glass.
Staring at the wine in the glass, which exuded a rich aroma, it seemed as though Annie Anne could see her own reflection in it.
Elaine Bryant, standing nearby, clenched her teeth tightly, her nails digging fiercely into the palm, leaving behind deep white marks.
But the next second, Elaine spoke faintly, "How about Miss Anne and Mr. Zhou drink a cross-cupped wine together?"
Upon hearing this, Annie Anne’s agent instantly turned an angry gaze towards Elaine.
Yet Elaine completely ignored this gaze, focusing only on Annie Anne.
"Drinking cross-cupped wine sounds wonderful."
Mr. Zhou, beaming, looked at Annie Anne. Because of drinking, he had unbuttoned his suit jacket entirely, his eyes roving over her body continuously.
His eyes brightened when he heard about drinking cross-cupped wine.
Annie Anne leaned against the table, making no move.
Seeing this, Elaine didn’t hesitate to say, "Miss Anne, why aren’t you moving? Mr. Zhou is so happy; you wouldn’t want to dampen his spirits, would you?"
"Right, have a drink," urged the director next to them, his suggestion carrying a hint of egging on, making a spectacle.
"No, this..."
Annie Anne’s agent had just opened her mouth to say something when Annie Anne’s voice came quietly.
"Alright."
Annie Anne curled the corners of her lips, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the doorway, then walked over to Mr. Zhou. Under everyone’s gaze, she sat on the armrest of the chair.
Her beautiful dress outlined her graceful figure with her movements; Annie Anne languidly rested one hand on the chair back, the other hand extending a glass to Mr. Zhou.
"Mr. Zhou, please?"
Annie Anne’s tone lifted slightly at the end, as if teasing, then reached out to intertwine arms with Mr. Zhou.
The agent, witnessing this scene, was greatly shocked. Just as she was about to stop Annie Anne’s action, the door to the private room was violently kicked open.
A loud bang startled everyone in the room, and Annie Anne’s brow twitched as she quickly moved away from Mr. Zhou.
They found the right moment to come in~
Mr. Zhou, who was about to drink, fumbled and spilled most of the red wine over his shirt.
He cried out in distress and quickly stood up.
"Which bastard..."
But Mr. Zhou’s cursing was cut short when he saw a pair of exceedingly cold eyes.
Mr. Zhou was stunned for a moment, then his face regained a smile, "Oh, isn’t this Mr. Hudson? How are you here as well? Why don’t we drink together?"
After Mr. Zhou finished speaking, the private room fell into complete silence again.
The producer and the director exchanged glances, realizing something was amiss.
They did intend for Annie Anne to drink with Mr. Zhou, but the precondition was her willingness. Although they had verbally coaxed her at the beginning, they did not force her in the end. When Annie Anne agreed to drink, wasn’t it all her own initiative?
Yet, even so, upon seeing Oliver Hudson suddenly entering, they felt somewhat intimidated.
How could it be such a coincidence that Oliver Hudson was also here today?