There was a noticeable gloom on Ethan's face. His car was parked next to Shadowlight's, the contrast between the two painfully obvious—it was like comparing a junker to a luxury sports car. Just looking at it made him feel humiliated.
Once everyone was gathered, they sat down at the table one after another.
When Damien Taylor walked in, Richard Johnson’s eyes lit up—this was already half the battle. He was so thrilled he raised his glass, saying, "Everyone, let’s make a toast. It’s a rare occasion to be this happy."
Damien simply picked up a glass of water.
"Damien, that red wine is from my private collection. It would be such a shame if you didn’t try it," Richard quickly chimed in, trying to save face.
Damien replied coolly, "I’ve got to drive later. Can’t drink. Don’t w
