They were all scared. It was Emmett!
"Mr. Smith!" a guy exclaimed.
Obviously, he was shocked to see Emmett.
Then, everyone in the room stood up in panic, because the two people who came in to toast them were
both big shots.
One was a leader of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee.
And the other was the Asian tycoon Emmett Smith.
Everyone wondered who he had come for.
After all, he was a figure at the peak of the pyramid, and even these rich people didn't have a chance to
talk to him!
Besides, he had connections with both the police and the gangs. With his powerful family and personal
charm, he seemed unapproachable to ordinary people.
...
Mark looked at Emmett, who was holding a glass of wine in a domineering and refined manner. His
smile somehow vanished, his eyes fixed on Emmett.
The arrogant Emmett also grimly stared at Mark.
It was like a silent war going on between the two men.
Fortunately, before long, Emmett averted his gaze away from him to Elaine, who couldn't stop
coughing.
'This woman is always so clumsy.'
'How could she get choked so easily?' Emmett thought.
He did not know that it was his sudden appearance that had caused her panic.
"Are you alright? Come, drink some water."
Mark gently patted Elaine's back and handed her a glass of water.
Her face red from coughing, she waved her hand, unable to say a word.
How could she have choked in so many people's presence?
They might think she had stuffed too much food in her mouth. It was embarrassing.
"Sit down as you please."
Since Emmett said so, everyone sat down obediently and took care not to speak, afraid they might
offend him somehow.
They all looked at him respectfully, and the two women couldn't take their eyes off him.
'Wow, this man is so damn handsome!'
'Is he even human or is he from heaven?'
Even the two women were envious of his looks.
Emmett wore a light brown V-collar cashmere. It fit well and was soft, giving an impression that the
person was amiable.
He wasn't wearing a jacket. Or probably he had left it in another room
In that cashmere, he looked strong, exuding the charm of a mature man.
The moment he appeared, he became the center of attention.
That happened wherever he went. Around him, the rest of these people paled into insignificance.
"We're about the same age. Don't be so formal. I happened to be having dinner with the vice mayor.
Since Eason is here, I came to propose a toast," Emmett said slowly.
Even though he was smiling, he still looked menacing.
...
Hearing that, Eason Blanton immediately laughed, his ears turning red with excitement.
After all, he was facing Emmett Smith, the CEO of the Tianyi Group, and the head of ZH Clan.
To be able to invite Emmett over boosted his confidence.
The vice mayor was very cooperative with Emmett and raised his glass first. "Since Mr. Smith, the
business genius in our country, has said so, everyone, cheers."
Everyone raised their glasses. With a faint expression, Mark also raised his glass.
Emmett looked at Elaine and said, "Hmm? Why doesn't this young lady drink?"
These words were directed towards Elaine.
Everyone looked at her. She blushed with embarrassment. She was still coughing. How could she
drink? Was he blind? Or was he just picking on her?
She tried to explain, but she couldn't because of the coughing.
"My girlfriend can't drink, and as you can see, she's not feeling well and is still coughing."
Mark wrapped his arm around her shoulder and looked straight at Emmett.
When he heard the words "my girlfriend," Emmett frowned.
"If I'm not mistaken, you are Glen Wilson's brother, right?"
Although Emmett was smiling, his tone was sharp. Everyone was still holding their glasses, but the
whole situation didn't seem to be about the toast anymore.
Everyone turned to Mark in confusion.
Mark nodded, "I have to say that you have a good memory. I am Mark Wilson."
Emmett turned away. "I don't remember you at all. It's just that someone keeps mentioning your name
all day long, so I remember it."
At the end of the sentence, he seemed to be gritting his teeth.
By this point, Elaine finally stopped coughing. Her eyes were tearful from coughing. She stole a few
glances from Emmett.
"Cheers," he said.
Everyone emptied their glasses of wine after they heard his words.
But Emmett only took a small sip and did not leave immediately.
Eason immediately said, "Mr. Smith, Mr. Vice Mayor, please have a seat. We have so much to learn
from you."
...
The vice mayor looked at Emmett to see if he wanted to stay or leave.
The latter smiled faintly and said, "The vice mayor is very busy." Then he turned to the vice mayor.
"Why don't you go back to our room? The leaders of the Central Committee need your company. I will
stay here to chat with these young and promising juniors."
"Alright, I'll excuse myself for now. Emmett, come back to our room soon. You're needed there too."
The vice mayor smiled gently and left.
Then Emmett sat in the seat of honor while everyone looked at him in disbelief.
On his right was Mark. On Mark's right was Elaine.
The others still couldn't figure out what was going on.
The most arrogant figure, Emmett Smith, had actually taken the initiative to come to their room to toast
them, and he even wanted to accompany them for a while. That was a first.
Besides, he had joined them while he was accompanying the leaders of the Central Committee!
"Mr. Smith, this is the first time I've spoken to you face-to-face. I'm very excited. Let me propose a toast
to you. I'll drink it up. But you don't have to."
A man stood up excitedly and spoke incoherently.
Emmett gestured for him to sit down. Then he took a sip of the wine.
Even so, the toastmaster was so excited that he wanted to cry.
Emmett had actually drunk with him!
As a result, everyone else at the table toasted Emmett.
Emmett drank every time when someone toasted him, but he only took a sip.
In the end, only Mark and Elaine did not toast him.
At this point, Mark had to stand up and raise his glass, saying, "Mr. Smith, this toast is to you. I still
have a lot to learn you in terms of doing business."
Emmett sneered, "Your Wilsons are very capable of poaching people."
(⊙o⊙)...
Everyone was shocked.
There was an awkward silence in the room.
It was humiliating for Mark.
Did the Wilsons offend Emmett?
If that was the case, they would be in trouble.
Upsetting Emmett was equal to courting death.
Luckily, Mark was quick. He was astounded for a moment and immediately smiled, "It is a great honor
to be able to poach someone among your acquaintances."
...
Everyone burst into laughter just to smooth the situation.
Afraid of offending Emmett, Eason exaggeratedly pointed at Mark and laughed until he almost shed
tears. "Mark is so funny! It's so amusing ..."
However, everyone could clearly feel Emmett's hostility towards Mark.
He still sat there calmly, glancing at Elaine now and then.
Eason understood and immediately said to her, "Um ... what's your name again?" Then he turned to
Mark. "Mark, ask your girlfriend to toast Mr. Smith. She's the only one who hasn't."
Mark frowned and looked at her.
Obviously, she had been nervous all the time.
"I'll do it for her," Mark said.
But Emmett stopped him. "That won't do. It's improper. She should do it herself. Am I right, beautiful
young lady?"
Emmett gazed at her.
Everyone else looked at her in puzzlement.
Elaine sighed and looked at him.
She couldn't help but tremble from his domineering gaze. Nervousness was apparent in her voice. "M-
Mr. Smith ... I ... I toast you."
She raised her glass, her hands shaking. She could barely look at him.
Emmett suddenly laughed. "What did you call me?"
Elaine was confused.
He looked at her with a wicked smile and shook the wine glass in his hand, like a wild beast that would
pounce on his prey at any moment. "I said ... what did you call me? Did you just call me Mr. Smith? No,
I can't drink this wine."
Everyone seemed to have realized something in this second.
Could it be ... that Emmett's sudden visit was because of Mark's girlfriend?
But it didn't make sense.
Elaine bit her lips and tried again. "Sir?"
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