The atmosphere at the scene was lively, but Jasper Sheridan seemed out of place, just holding a glass of wine and sipping it casually.
Ethan Laurent was not far from him, and after sitting down, did not surround himself with women like the others.
There was a natural chill about him, sitting there, aloof and superior, like a god not to be profaned.
Their gazes met across the nocturne, and Ethan, still thinking about the issue with Summer Ford, pondered for a moment and said, "We haven't finished discussing the last topic."
They had known each other for so many years, and Jasper instantly understood what he meant.
The hand holding the glass stiffened slightly, and a hint of sadness crossed his half-closed eyes.
"How do you want to talk about it?"
"How about we find some time to play? One game to determine the winner?" Ethan proposed, taking a glass of wine from a nearby server.
