NovelsFreeChapter 10 Chapter 143 My eyebrows one I was her. Ah, old Yoan was using this factic Exam apenas hand 1 stayed back. Attending a wine casing and trying to present the "casting of mean the obser bentry would be difficult. If they touched me, even with Evan's protection, I'd still be at a lions. I aten food a more impset are mission-monitoring them to make sure they didn't drag his drinks. I found a spot where I could observe the room withour attracting stention Several sofas were arranged in a large square, with coffee tables in the center. Evan didn't sit where Yuan Xinjiang har placed him, he chose a single-seater. The message was clear: Don't approach him wan Xinjiang looked embarrassed, moving to a spot diagonally across from Evan, for easy conversation. The others followed suit, trying to get closer to the two CEO Evan was aloof, even fiddling with his phone, ignoring them. The Jonses Group prince was certainly arrogant. He clearly didn't care about them. My inner thoughts Who do you think you are? I noticed Keller, the secretary, refilling drinks. A man squeezed her buttock; his expression was lewd, but she only responded with a coy smile. I saw disgust in her eyes, though she hid it expertly. I sighed inwardly, despising the man: A disgusting "VIP I saw Keller refilling Evan's glass; he thanked her politely. It was a common courtesy, but she paused, then smiled, saying "You're welcome." Her smile was polite and sweet, not flirtatious. I was surprised by this contrast. I understood immediately; being treated as a plaything by Yuan Xinjiang, suddenly receiving respect-even a simple "you're welcome"-was touching.
"CEO Jones, this is my prized wine. I only opened it for you; it's perfectly aged. Try it," Yuan Xinjiang said, swirling his glass, his smile insincere, calculating.
Evan examined the wine's color and aroma, taking a small sip."Mm, decent," he said casually. The others, especially the four VIPs, had prepared extravagant compliments; opera ope, a painter, was planning to paint on the spot. Evan's nonchalant "decent" made the million-dollar wine seem like a two-for-one supermarket special... Yuan Xinjiang wanted to strangle the arrogant boy. When I was doing business with his father, you were still breastfeeding You were cute as a chubby baby; why did you grow up to be so difficult?
A slight awkwardness fell over the room. The VIPs and their companions drank quietly. Evan seemed oblivious, leaning back casually, holding his wine but not drinking. His cool gaze fell on a corner of the pool outside.
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