The noblewoman dared not say anything more.
From an angle the man couldn't see, she shot Yan Xiaye a malicious glare, like some kind of silent warning.
After that glance, she walked out of the room with a fragile demeanor, leaving Yan Xiaye and Jeffrey alone.
This situation had already made Yan Xiaye feel out of her depth, and now she was even more tense.
Looking as naturally as possible at the enigmatic Jeffrey, she took the initiative to ask, "Sir, I wonder what you wish to discuss with me?"
Jeffrey looked at her with a smile that never fully formed, then turned to take an aged bottle of wine from the liquor cabinet, carrying it to Yan Xiaye and sitting on the sofa opposite her.
Gracefully unsealing the wine, he focused his attention on tilting the bottle, watching the crimson liquid fill the crystalline glass, and then pushed one of the glasses towards Yan Xiaye.
