Adam Bennett also responded with a warm smile, but because he knew how Adam Bennett treated Ethan Carter in the original plot, Brian Foster couldn’t help but feel uneasy. However, judging by Adam Bennett’s demeanor, he seemed quite natural, chatting familiarly with Henry Wright and the others.

The dishes were brought out one after another. President Wright was a generous person, greeting everyone at the table. Although Director Brooks always presented a stern image, he still gave President Wright plenty of face. Mark King and Emily Thompson seemed to get along well, probably because they were both women and had similar topics to talk about.

Only Brian Foster, apart from drinking along when Henry Wright called for a toast, really couldn’t find much to say.

Suddenly, he felt his left foot being gently stepped on. Brian Foster glanced at the person on his left, thinking it was an accident, and quickly pulled his foot back.

The food at this private club was truly delicious. Since coming to this world, Brian Foster hadn’t had a proper meal. He picked up a piece of rib and was about to put it in his mouth when his foot was stepped on again.

The rib slipped and fell into his bowl.

Brian Foster turned to look at Adam Bennett beside him, who was holding a glass of wine, a smile playing at his lips.

Just as Brian Foster was feeling puzzled, the other person leaned in slightly, quietly moving closer to him amid the lively dinner.

Adam Bennett’s voice was low.

“This is your punishment for not adding me on WeChat.”

Chapter 8: The Ultimate Showdown of Beauty and Acting (Part Eight)

“WeChat?” Brian Foster finally remembered. “Oh right, WeChat, I just forgot…”

The person beside him suddenly burst out laughing and leaned away a bit. “You didn’t think it was fake, did you?”

Brian Foster stared at his phone screen. “No, I really forgot. I just happened to take a call.”

Adam Bennett tilted his head, looking at Brian Foster’s profile, his tone slow: “Just kidding, you’re so serious.”

It was done.

Brian Foster waved his phone at Adam Bennett, who nodded and, pretending nothing had happened, finished the wine in his glass.

“Xiao Ji, don’t just eat—come on, have a few more drinks with us. I’m not bragging, but you can’t usually get this wine.”

Seeing President Wright stand up, Brian Foster quickly got up as well, joining President Wright in finishing the wine in their glasses.

Director Brooks saw this and suddenly asked, “Xiao Ji, have you been busy with work lately?”

Suddenly being called on by the director, Brian Foster almost choked and didn’t have time to answer before Emily Thompson jumped in, “He hasn’t taken any jobs except for the tour recently, and of course, he can skip the tour for now.”

President Wright poured himself another glass. “Oh, look at how protective you are of Xiao Ji. Let him speak for himself—there’s no outsiders here, just say whatever you want!”

After drinking, President Wright’s personality became even more pronounced.

Emily Thompson immediately caught on to what Henry Wright meant, a trace of embarrassment flashing across her face, but she quickly smiled and said, “If I’d known you were so generous, President Wright, I wouldn’t have been so strict with him. My fault, my fault. President Wright, I’ll drink as a penalty.” With that, she stood up and downed her glass.

“Good! I like this straightforward attitude!”

With the back-and-forth, everyone at the table became more familiar, and the drinking became even more uninhibited. Although Brian Foster could hold his liquor, he hadn’t drunk this heavily in years. His stomach was empty and burning, so he tried to eat more to avoid getting dizzy later.

Director Brooks: “Adam Bennett, didn’t you say you had some work today and couldn’t make it?”

Adam Bennett smiled. “There was an event, but I turned it down. I was just supposed to make an appearance, so it’s fine not to go.”

Mark King picked up the conversation: “It’s your company’s celebration, right? You’re one of the pillars of your company, and you just decided not to go?”

Henry Wright: “Wow, you’re really giving me face, turning that down?”

Adam Bennett picked up his glass and clinked it against President Wright’s with a crisp sound. “Of course.”

“Come on, Xiao Ji, have another drink with us.”

Brian Foster’s mouth was full, and when he heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He hurriedly swallowed, raised his glass, clinked it with President Wright’s, and downed it in one go.

“Good! Xiao Ji, you’re great, not a buzzkill at all!” President Wright’s face was flushed red, all his initial gentlemanly demeanor gone. Now he looked just like a bandit chief from a TV drama, drinking and eating heartily, his northern accent impossible to hide. “I once had dinner with another crew I invested in, and there was a young actor about Xiao Ji’s age—so slow! Drinking was like a life-or-death matter for him. He started shouting ‘I’m drunk, I’m drunk’ before the wine even touched his lips, shaking his head like a rattle drum. So unwilling! It was annoying to watch. I mean, what’s there to be afraid of? I don’t force the girls to drink—girls shouldn’t drink much—but grown men not drinking at a meal? That’s just not right!”

Once he started on this topic, President Wright went off like a machine gun, getting more and more worked up, and in the end, he just downed another big glass.

Brian Foster was so amused by President Wright’s rant that he almost burst out laughing, but as he did, the alcohol hit him hard, making him cough uncomfortably. He wanted to drink some water to ease it, so in his fluster, he grabbed a glass and took a random gulp.

“That’s my glass.”