Chapter 115: Being Played

Hope Williams glanced at Valentina River opposite her, a delicate eyebrow raised, and her gaze swept over the red wine glass in front of her before settling on Joy Ward behind her.

She slightly curved her lips.

Some people always love to write their nefarious deeds all over their faces, naively thinking others can't see through them.

Hope Williams's lips curled imperceptibly as she reached for a wine glass nearby and slowly extended it toward Valentina River's glass.

A triumphant smile flashed across Valentina River's eyes.

Joy Ward watched, seeing victory within reach...

"Clang." The light collision of glass sounded.

Valentina River's glass tilted sharply, and the liquid inside poured towards Hope Williams' dress.

"Careful..."

Her intent was too obvious. These women's petty games were so transparent that even Wyatt Lewis, a man, could immediately sense something was amiss.