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.

the terrain, Roger observed Mark’s Lack of immediate action. Instead, Mark offered a subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no need to vie with me this time. Aim for the

his wits,

relief, though cold sweat

in conversation, he effortlessly took control of the

apparent usurpation irked

consumed several more glasses of wine, her assistant’s attempts to intervene

towards Mark, aware of the history he shared

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

of decent quality, wouldn’t

bottle in the end, sufficient to impair her senses. As they prepared to depart,

assistant, though

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