James Anderson listened to the animated discussion, lifting his head amidst his frustration to glance at the big screen in front of him. After a quick glance, he found it boring and lowered his head again. But suddenly, he raised his head and stared intently at the red silhouette on the big screen. As he watched, his face grew darker, and his eyes brighter, like little balls of fire burning.
He couldn't help but grip his wine glass tightly and purse his lips.
On the screen, the charming figure in the red dress was sometimes elegant, sometimes wild, sometimes passionate, and sometimes seductive, like a proud queen, exuding confidence and a unique charm that attracted and captured people unknowingly.
It didn't matter that she was wearing a mask covering half of her face; she couldn't hide from him!
This was Helen! His Helen!
But at this moment, his Helen was dancing in another person's arms!
After careful observation, James Anderson was sure that it was Oliver Hoffman.