Anne let out a silent sigh of relief, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders. Finally, she had stopped Augustine from throwing millions at something she didn't even like.
Meanwhile, Denis turned slightly in his chair. His eyes found Augustine's, and with a smug smile, he lifted his glass in a silent toast.
The challenge in his expression was unmistakable.
But Augustine didn't waver. Instead, he met Denis's gaze with calm, unwavering confidence, a smirk tugging at his lips. Slowly, he raised his own glass in return.
Augustine barely had time to take a sip of his wine before Anne snatched the glass from his hand.
"You are not drinking this. You just got discharged from the hospital. I'll drink it for you."
Before he could stop her, she tilted her head back and downed the drink in one go.
Augustine shook his head in resignation. He recalled all too well how wild she had gotten the last time she was drunk, and it seemed tonight would be no different.
