Sylvia remained silent, steadily downing the ten glasses. However, after a moment, dizziness set in. Typically, these ten glasses would be a breeze for her, but she drank too hastily today. Her inherent beauty was already striking, and now, her rosy cheeks added an extra allure.

"Mr. House, I've had ten glasses of wine. Shouldn't you fulfill your promise now?" she asked.

Frankie smiled faintly, gesturing to two companions who accompanied him.

"You've indeed finished my ten glasses, but you haven't finished theirs yet!" he pointed out.

Sylvia's expression changed.

Even Mell couldn't bear it and remarked, "Mr. House, this is a bit much. Why didn't you clarify before drinking?"

Frankie shrugged. "You didn't ask..."

Mell was annoyed.

Frankie continued pouring the wine, saying, "Ms. Williams, you've had ten glasses. What's wrong with another ten? Considering the Innova Group's current revenue, these drinks could bring in more money. Doesn't Ms. Williams want that?"

"Mr. House, take