Chapter 143

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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; one, 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.