Remembering Mark’s fragile health, she knew he couldn’t afford even a sip.

She gulped down the wine hurriedly.

Her cheeks were a rosy hue post-drink, rendering her even more enchanting.

Roger Medina, the initial instigator, found his sobriety hastening back.

He’d not only toyed with the Fowler patriarch’s daughter but had also slighted Mark. Recognizing the gravity of the moment, he was about to say something, but Mark interrupted him. He declared, his voice resonant, “I will fully fund this play myself.”

Roger’s anxiety surged, mot over potential profit loss, but the realization that he’d crossed Mark, a man renowned for his resilience.

Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need

regaining his

though cold

engaged Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation irked

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of

glance darted towards Mark, aware of

Mark sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented, allowing her

quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

impair her senses. As they prepared to depart, Mark

assistant, though hesitant,

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