Fell Into His Love Trap (Skylar and Tobias)
Chapter 198

He had always planned everything without discussing it with her or even notifying her in advance.

Tobias didn't introduce her as she tightened her grip on her bag and sat beside him. Also, no one dared to ask what their relationship was.

As she quietly sat beside Tobias, he barely said anything to her throughout dinner. Feeling thirsty, she saw that the glass in front of her was empty. Furthermore, there was only wine on the table. Hence, she grabbed a bottle beside Tobias and poured it into her glass.

However, Tobias took her glass away and downed the wine in one gulp. Next, he called for the waiter and ordered a glass of warm fruit juice.

Despite the room being cold from the air-conditioning, Skylar was so thirsty that she wanted to have iced fruit juice instead. Warm fruit juice was simply too sour to her liking.

Other than her, all the other ladies at the table could really drink. Their male companions kept refilling their glasses as they kept downing one glass after another.

One of the girls looked to be of her age and was dressed provocatively. Her plunging neckline was so low that she exposed a substantial part of her assets. Despite the fact that she was visibly uncomfortable, a man in a blue shirt who was sitting beside her kept urging her to drink.

She tried to protest, "Mr. Crane, can I stop drinking? I can't drink anymore and I feel terrible."

The man sneered, "Stop whining. You should be honored that I'm asking you to drink. It's only two bottles and you're already complaining?"

Under such pressure, the girl seemed to be on the brink of tears. Raising her glass, she downed it at one go. Skylar could see her face turn pale and her hands had begun to tremble.

When she looked at the bottle of liquor on the table, she realized that its alcohol content was at forty percent. Even a tough guy would have trouble holding his liquor with the amount the lady drank. As everyone continued to chat, no one came to the girl's rescue.

They were all talking about business. From Bitcoin to futures and to crude oil. Everything they talked about revolved around financial gains.

The man in blue poured another glass for the girl. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and had a clean look on his face. Despite the gentle exterior, he had an insidious gaze. "Continue drinking. Why are you stopping?"

The girl was terribly drunk. Holding onto her stomach, her sweat and tears were all mixed together. She slurred as she pleaded, "Mr. Crane, I really can't drink anymore."

Skylar tightened her grip on Tobias' hand under the table. However, Tobias continued to serve her more food and didn't look like he was going to help the girl.

Skylar whispered into his ear. "Why are all the men bullying the ladies. Is this what you consider as fun?"

Tobias' gaze darkened as he stared at the indignant Skylar. "Young lady, I brought you here to enjoy a meal together. We will leave when we're done. Anything else has nothing to do with you." Skylar was extremely upset at Tobias for asking her to join such a dinner. She didn't understand what was he thinking.

It was obvious to her that all the ladies here were not of the decent kind, and she was just one of them.

She interceded on the girl's behalf, "She's not able to drink anymore in that condition. Are you trying to kill her? Do you have to bully a girl just to satisfy your ego?"

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly changed. The man in blue gave Skylar a complicated look.

He was aware that the one that humiliated him was Tobias' girl.

Regardless of what their actual relationship was, she was still related to Tobias. Even if she slapped him, there was nothing he could say.

Tobias got Skylar to sit down and finally spoke. He told Winston, "Don't let her drink anymore. We're almost done so that's all for today. If the lady doesn't want to drink, don't force her." After Tobias made his stand clear, no one dared to disobey.

Covering her mouth, the girl was obviously in great discomfort. She looked as if she could puke or collapse onto the ground anytime. Her forehead was also sweating profusely.