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.

observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising,

regaining his wits, hastily

relief, though cold sweat drenched his

Roger in conversation, he

apparent usurpation

she consumed several more glasses

aware

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

decent quality, wouldn’t induce immediate

Cecilia consumed half a bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As

though hesitant,

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