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.

action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this

his wits,

relief, though cold sweat drenched his

he effortlessly took control

apparent usurpation irked

silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts

towards Mark, aware of the history

sought to dissuade her, but he soon relented,

wine, of decent quality,

end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to

though hesitant,

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