Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 145

My eyebrows rose. It was her. Ah, old Yuan was using this tactic.

Evan approached. I stayed back. Attending a wine tasting and trying to prevent being mistakenly included as the eleventh beauty would be a disaster. If they touched me, even with Evan’s protection, I’d still be at a loss, and I couldn’t hit anyone with a wine bottle. Also, I had a more important task–monitoring them to prevent them from spiking his drinks. I found a discreet spot where I could observe the whole room.

Several sofas were arranged in a large square, with coffee tables in the center. Evan didn’t sit where Yuan Xinjiang had placed him; he chose a single–seater. The message was clear: Don’t approach him.

the two CEOs. Evan was aloof, even fiddling with his phone,

noticed Keller, the secretary, refilling drinks. A man groped her buttock; his expression was lewd, but she only responded with a coy smile. I saw disgust in her eyes, though

paused, then smiled, saying “You’re welcome.” Her smile was polite and sweet, not flirtatious. I was surprised by this contrast. I understood immediately; being treated as a plaything by Yuan Xinjiang, suddenly

opened it for you; it’s perfectly aged. Try it,” Yuan Xinjiang said, swirling his glass, his smile insincere,

decent,” he said casually. The others, especially the four VIPS–one a painter who’d planned to paint on the spot–had prepared extravagant compliments. Evan’s nonchalant “decent” made the million–dollar wine seem like a two–for–one supermarket special… Yuan Xinjiang wanted to strangle the arrogant boy. When I was doing business

The VIPs and their companions drank quietly. Evan seemed oblivious, leaning back casually, holding his wine

the vulgar, disliked flamboyant women, and pitied helpless, innocent