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.

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

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 she hid it

smile was polite and sweet, not flirtatious. I was surprised by this contrast. I understood immediately; being treated

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

paint on the spot–had prepared extravagant compliments. Evan’s nonchalant “decent” made the million–dollar wine seem like a

their companions drank quietly. Evan seemed oblivious, leaning back casually, holding his

knowingly. He was right. Evan preferred this type–the aloof who scorned the vulgar, disliked flamboyant women, and pitied helpless, innocent girls. This was his trump card.“Bring Xiaonan in,”