“Don’t linger there, hasten your way to Mr.

Mitchell’s side!”

Hannah acquiesced obediently, moving cautiously to occupy the seat beside Bryson.

The man did not appear to have drunk much; a subtle hint of mint lingered upon his person.

For the time being, Hannah feigned the role of an inexperienced server, perching beside Bryson, gracefully pouring wine and presenting the courses.

Brayden, engrossed in contractual discussions on the periphery, caught sight of Nigel raising his glass, proclaiming, “We’ve almost reached our drinking limit today; I’ll certainly sign the contract!”

“Will you not raise a toast to Mr.

Mitchell?”

Nigel’s inquisitive gaze shifted toward Hannah.

Hannah carefully poured herself a glass and, using both hands, tenderly offered it to Bryson’s lips.

Her melodious voice washed over him like a gentle zephyr.

“To your health, Mr.

Mitchell.

extended his hand, delicately grasping Hannah’s, allowing her to guide the glass

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“This is exceptional wine.

of a lovely lady

We’ve been urging Mr.

indulge all evening, but he’s been

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reserved.

now, in the company of such

warm embrace and, with a grin directed at Nigel,

“Agreed!”

Nigel clapped his hands.

“As long as Mr.

may choose whomever you like and we’ll seal the contract at the

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