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"What's Purple Brew?" Talist asked in confusion.

"You don't know?" Angus said. "It's the practically legendary wine."

"Oh… I remember. Is it the magical wine that apparently saved all the elites at the Hilda Hotel last time?"

"Yes."

Talist was even more pissed. Even though he and Rasfa were equals in the company, they still competed in terms of abilities, connections, and wealth.

This time, his party was rejected by many guests and they instead chose to attend Rasfa's party.

This was a provocation or even a declaration of war to him.

That night, Talist discovered that practically no important guests had come.

He was so furious that he smashed everything in his bedroom.

It wasn't just a party. To upper-class elites like him, the guests at his party could reflect his identity and status.

Like today, only some nobodies had come. This was like humiliation for him.

It would be alright if one or two people didn't come.