South Grant held a wine glass in her hand, filled with strong liquor.
She drank glass after glass as if it were plain water.
The first to notice her was Fly.
Fly observed that her drinking posture was different from before.
Furthermore, Fly knew she started with cocktails, the kind of low-alcohol cocktails that are often consumed by women.
But now, Fly saw her drinking strong liquor.
She downed several glasses in a row, seeming completely unaffected.
Even those with a high tolerance couldn't withstand drinking like this.
"Just putting on a show," Fly sneered, then looked at South Grant, glanced at the wine in his hand, and said to South Grant, "Do you know what wine that is in your hand? It's Romanee Conti, over a million a bottle, can you even taste the difference?"
As soon as Fly finished speaking, South Grant raised her head, her gaze landing on Fly's face.
Fly couldn't help but shiver slightly inside.
This person...
