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James was always telling me to be more like her, to learn how even her anger sounded like a lover’s pout, something no man could
refuse.
I was never much of a drinker, but when the campus queen personally offers you a toast, refusing makes you look arrogant.
Unfortunately, I’d been reborn a moment too late. I’d already downed one glass, and my head was starting to spin.
So, no matter how much Isabella coaxed, I refused to take another sip.
I just pushed up my glasses, pretending the alcohol was hitting me harder than it was.
I had a job to do tonight, and I couldn’t afford to be genuinely drunk.
Seeing my refusal, Isabella’s eyes darted around. She raised her glass to the others at the table.
“Well, if our star student won’t drink, I’ll drink the rest for her.”
I lowered my head, a cold smile touching my lips.
She was drinking from her own glass but claimed it was for me.
In my past life, I never possessed that kind of cunning. Her words were always prettier than her actions.
I poured myself a glass of water and sipped it, quietly watching her performance.
By this point, James had already helped get Jax drunk and taken him upstairs.
And James, having had too much himself, was resting in the room right next to Jax’s.
sabella, performing with such vigor right now, clearly had an ulterior motive.
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