She began to subconsciously tug at her clothes.
Ethan became furious and abruptly stopped the dinner.
The mastermind was quickly brought forward, but he only shouted in protest.
Ethan roared, "Who drugged the wine?"
“Yes… yes…”
The man’s eyes darted, meeting Vivian Hart’s flushed face.
“It was Liora Quinn! She told me to drug Vivian Hart’s wine!”
The wine glass in Ethan Walker’s hand shattered in his grip.
He stormed out, driving straight to my apartment.
As soon as Ethan left, Vivian’s expression cleared, a smug glint of schadenfreude flashing in her eyes.
Ethan kicked open my front door, his eyes blazing red.
“How could you drug Vivian’s drink? You knew she was the star of tonight’s dinner!”
I replied calmly, “It wasn’t me.”
“Wasn’t you?”
Ethan laughed in anger. “There’s proof! The wine tastes exactly like the ones you make, and someone testified you gave the order…”
“In Mr. Walker’s eyes, I’m the one behind everything, aren’t I? Then why bother asking me at all?”
My flat tone was so different from my usual arguments that it caught Ethan off guard.
I bowed stiffly, my voice mechanical. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be an eyesore in front of you, making Vivian unhappy.”