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.

subdued smile, advising, “Mr. Medina, no

his

in relief, though cold sweat drenched

Roger in conversation, he effortlessly took

apparent usurpation

a silent protest, she consumed several more glasses of wine,

Mark, aware of the history he

dissuade her, but he

of decent quality, wouldn’t

senses. As they prepared to

though hesitant,

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