He held the wine in silence, continuing to drink, his face indifferent, but the corner of his eye kept glancing at the people on the stairs.
In a matter of seconds, he saw her swiftly approaching him. He maintained his cool, indifferent demeanor, unmoving in his noble posture, sitting on the couch as if he were a king, exalted and untouchable.
With a call of 'Miss Nicole' from Camden standing beside him, the wine glass held between his fingers was suddenly snatched away.
He frowned, looked at her, and said nothing.
"Spending the night out and still drinking here for some thrill!" Her tone carried a trace of anger.
He looked at her, with a noble demeanor, "Give me the glass!"
