"In a little while, I have to attend a banquet. Could you come with me?"
She thought that after seeing Belinda Howard being close to other men, even if he was angry, he would agree to accompany her to tonight's banquet. But evidently, she calculated wrong.
Fenton Stuart cast a glance, coldly giving her a brief look, "I don't have time tonight."
Upon hearing this, Audrey Jenkins froze, her pride quickly being wounded.
"Alright then, I'll go by myself."
At this time, Fenton Stuart's gaze was fixated on the person sitting across from him.
He knew clearly that she wouldn't drink wine, and when she got drunk, she completely transformed into someone else.
But it had been five years; he didn't know if her alcohol tolerance had improved even slightly.
Two glasses of wine down, Belinda Howard distinctly felt her cheeks growing hotter and her head feeling increasingly dizzy.
