"You, don't—" Hannah suddenly stood up, trying to snatch the wine glass from Lily's hand.
But it was already too late, the juice went down, not a drop left.
At the same time, the door connecting the neighboring lounge was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
Evelyn Lucas, accompanied by a group of people, stormed in from outside.
Lily saw Evelyn Lucas and boldly slammed the wine glass onto the marble table.
She stood up, sternly scolding, "Evelyn Lucas, this is the First Lady's lounge. Who gave you the guts to break in here with people!"
"Who?" Evelyn Lucas laughed, her smile was full of contempt.
She walked over to Hannah, grabbing her hair and tugging her neatly arranged bun into disarray.
"Ah—" Hannah cried out in pain.
With a tone of sarcasm, Evelyn's chilling words reached them, "Of course, it was our grand First Lady who let me in."
"Evelyn Lucas, don't go too far. She is the First Lady after all, the wedding is about to begin, don't do anything to her…"
