The man glanced at the servant who had spoken and stopped his action.
"For you." He downed the wine in his hand in one gulp, handed the remaining brandy from the other glass to the servant, and leisurely headed outside.
After Summer Ford left, she found a distant corner to sit down in.
Here, she knew no one, and all the interactions between the guests were those of the elite. Someone of her status would be completely unnoticed here.
Ethan Laurent was surrounded by numerous people. Initially, they were all men, chatting among themselves, but later they were replaced by women.
He seemed to be welcomed wherever he went. Despite his distant and unapproachable demeanor not being particularly likable, many women seemed eager to get closer to him.
His attitude towards men and women was different. He could exchange a few words when with men, but when with women, his tone carried an indescribable aloofness.
