For a moment, the agent stood there, speechless.
However, Annie Anne's actions did not cease with the arrival of the agent.
She continued to pour the wine, the bright red liquid swaying with time, scraping against the crystal-clear glass.
Staring at the wine in the glass, which exuded a rich aroma, it seemed as though Annie Anne could see her own reflection in it.
Elaine Bryant, standing nearby, clenched her teeth tightly, her nails digging fiercely into the palm, leaving behind deep white marks.
But the next second, Elaine spoke faintly, "How about Miss Anne and Mr. Zhou drink a cross-cupped wine together?"
Upon hearing this, Annie Anne's agent instantly turned an angry gaze towards Elaine.
Yet Elaine completely ignored this gaze, focusing only on Annie Anne.
"Drinking cross-cupped wine sounds wonderful."
Mr. Zhou, beaming, looked at Annie Anne. Because of drinking, he had unbuttoned his suit jacket entirely, his eyes roving over her body continuously.
