In the VIP room, Winston approached Josephine with a grin, but to her, that smile seemed insincere.
"Josephine, come on, let's have a drink!" Winston said as he picked up a glass from the table, filled it with wine, and handed it to her. His eyes gleamed with a peculiar sense of anticipation.
"Alright, Winston, but I can't drink too much. My husband is here," Josephine replied, frowning slightly. She hesitated for a moment before taking the glass, her instincts urging her to glance toward the door of the room as though she could see Cyrus through it.
"Josephine, are you really planning to spend your whole life with that loser?" Winston asked, his gaze lingering on her in a way that made her uncomfortable. Malice flickered in his eyes, though he masked it with a casual tone. Back when he
