Matthew and a group of friends lounged on a plush sofa, the table before them laden with expensive liquors. A champagne cork popped, the golden liquid fizzing as it filled crystal flutes.
Matthew took a delicate sip, then Jameson, the old butler, approached and whispered, reporting that the dismissed employee had been taken care of.
Matthew nodded dismissively. It's a trivial matter.
Several wealthy young men gathered around, their laughter tinged with mockery.
“Matthew, I heard Agnes went home these past few days?” Marcus, dressed in a dark green suit, winked, leaning closer with his glass.
“Is it because of the need to cool off regarding the competition?"
Maynard nonchalantly clinked his glass with his, "Who knows?"
“With your fiancée gone, isn’t it hunting season again?” Marcus
