Chapter 145

Chapter 145 My eyebrows rose. It was her. Ah, old Yuan was using this tactic.

Evan approached. I stayed back. Attending a wine tasting and trying to prevent being mistakenly included as the eleventh beauty would be a disaster. If they touched me, even with Evan’s protection, I’d still be at a loss, and I couldn’t hit anyone with a wine bottle. Also, I had a more important task–monitoring them to prevent them from spiking his drinks. I found a discreet spot where I could observe the whole room.

Several sofas were arranged in a large square, with coffee tables in the center. Evan didn’t sit where Yuan Xinjiang had placed him; he chose a single–seater. The message was clear: Don’t approach him.

Yuan Xinjiang looked embarrassed, moving to a spot diagonally across from Evan. The others followed suit, trying to get closer to the two CEOs. Evan was aloof, even fiddling with his phone, ignoring them. The Jones 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 groped 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–one a painter who’d planned to paint on the spot–had prepared extravagant compliments. 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.

Yuan Xinjiang, noticing his gaze, followed his eyes, then smiled knowingly. He was right. Evan preferred this type–the aloof who scorned the vulgar, disliked flamboyant women, and pitied helpless, innocent girls. This was his trump card.“Bring Xiaonan in,”

Yuan Xinjiang said to Keller.

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