A few minutes later, several waiters brought more good wine, and Asher Ross glanced at them, directly picked up a bottle, and muttered to himself, "Louis XIII, good wine."
Asher Ross opened it directly and handed it to Hope Williams, "Drink."
Hope Williams frowned, "What exactly do you want?"
"Who made you embarrass me in front of everyone at the casino back then? Now it's my turn to toy with you, drink up."
Hope Williams was pregnant, and there was no way she could drink.
Especially not a strong liquor like Louis XIII.
Hope Williams didn't take it, "I won't."
"Won't?"
Asher Ross laughed loudly, "I don't care whether you will or won't, Hope Williams. Now that you're in my hands, if I say drink, you must drink. If I say do something, you must do it, or I'll kill you right now!"
Hope Williams coldly stared at Asher Ross.
Asher Ross fixed his gaze on Hope Williams, raising his eyebrows, his eyes full of smugness, "Drink it all."
