After a toast with Peter, Galilea refilled Sabrina's glass and nodded at Rowell, saying, "Rowell, to our smooth cooperation and promising future.”

“On behalf of Ms. Clifford, I propose a toast to you." Sabrina raised her glass and clinked it with Rowell.

Rowell smiled slyly. “Of course, if we work together, we'll definitely succeed."

Sabrina couldn't shake the feeling that Rowell was looking at her in a way that made her skin crawl.

As Sabrina drank more glasses, she began to feel a burning fire in her stomach. Her cheeks flushed, and her eyes grew moist.

After toasting the last person, Sabrina felt dizzy and a little disoriented.

Feeling lightheaded, she stumbled back to her seat. Putting her hand on her forehead, she leaned heavily against the table. She couldn't speak, couldn't even think straight. Alcohol was clouding her mind, making her feel uncomfortable and vulnerable.

Having attended many socializing events during her career, she knew how to pace her drinking to avoid getting drunk. Despite this, Sabrina couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

Sabrina knew she hadn't drunk too much, but the effects hit her hard, making her dizzy and hot.

“Sabrina, are you okay?" Galilea asked, feigning concern.

Sabrina knew things were amiss as she progressively got worse.

Alarm bells rang in her mind as she attempted to steady herself. “I'm fine... I need to go to the restroom."

Gripping the table for support, Sabrina stood and staggered out.

Once Sabrina left the room, Galilea turned to Peter and the others, smiling mockingly. “It seems she's having trouble walking. I'll go check on her."

Peter waved his hand and replied, "Sure, go ahead. You should probably escort her home.”

“I'LL see."

Exiting the room, Sabrina leaned against the wall, trying to steady herself.

Galilea caught up with her. She grabbed Sabrina's wrist and snarled, “Where do you think you're going?”

Sabrina attempted to free herself from Galilea's grip, but she couldn't gather enough strength. She answered in a weak voice, “Let go of me..."

But Galilea only tightened her grip more, smiling slyly. “Aren't you heading to the bathroom? I'll take you there!"