Indeed, once inside the private room, the scene of glasses clinking suddenly hushed, with seven or eight pairs of eyes turning towards the doorway.
After all, Amelia had been a president before, so she was no stranger to such social gatherings.
Her mind was only briefly dazed before she regained her composure, her face adorned with an elegantly professional smile.
Christopher also curled his lips slightly, holding the woman's hand as they returned to their previous spot under countless gazes.
Benny followed behind, calling in a waiter to add a chair beside Christopher's seat.
"I'm feeling unwell, and my wife is worried about me drinking at such events, so she insisted on coming over to check—hope you all don't mind?" After sitting down, Christopher spoke, his deep voice calm and forceful, breaking the room's silence.
What?!
Amelia turned back sharply, glaring at him.
This man... is too much!
He actually put the blame on her!