Paul's trembling hand reached for the glass but quickly withdrew as if burned by its touch. Andrew watched him with an intriguing smile, remembering how this same executive had loudly proclaimed his loyalty earlier. Yet, here he was, stalling and reluctant to take action.

One of the executives urged, "Mr. Clarke, what are you waiting for? We all drank our glasses. You're the only one left."

Another executive frowned and chimed in, "We're all fine, so why are you being such a coward? Just down it in one go. What's the worst that could happen?"

Paul's trembling only intensified at these words. For such a big, tough-looking man, he looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"Mr. Rhodes, it seems you haven't drunk yours either," Andrew suddenly remarked with a smile.

Michael scoffed and said, "I'm the Vice CEO of Rhodes Corporation and a member of the Rhodes family. I shouldn't have to participate in these ridiculous games."

"If you're too scared to drink, then you must be t