Drawing nearer to Bryson’s ear, her voice exuded an air of warmthced with genuine worry.


    “I overheard talk of ill intentions toward you tonight.


    ”


    Bryson extended his hand, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind Hannah’s ear, his words a soft cadence.


    “We have outside support.


    You, on the other hand, should find a pretext to depart.


    Do not fret for my safety.


    ”


    “But.


    ”


    Before Hannah could articte her concerns, a sudden burst of apuse erupted nearby, prompting them to turn their heads.


    Nigel’s gaze remained unabashedly fixed upon Hannah.


    “It appears Mr.


    Mitchell is quite pleased with my employee.


    ”


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    Bryson’s countenance brightened and he held Hannah in a partial embrace, opting to convey his response through silence.


    Observing this, Nigel signaled to an attendant behind him.


    “Mr.Copyright N?v/el/Dra/ma.Org.


    Mitchell, we have a special offering for you today-a fine vintage, brought forth expressly for your discerning pte.


    ”


    The server emerged with an obsidian bottle, deftly pouring a ss for Bryson.


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    “Mr.


    Mitchell, do indulge in this, for it is truly exceptional.


    It would be a great pity to let it go to waste.


    ”


    Upon noting Nigel’s unwavering fixation on the wine, Hannah furrowed her brow, an unsettling suspicion gnawing at her.


    Bryson held the ss, his gaze fixed upon the deep crimson contents, yet disying no intention of imbibing.


    Nigel gestured toward Bryson, his voice tinged with insistence.


    “Mr.


    Mitchell, you wouldn’t deny me this courtesy, would you?”


    A palpable tension hung in the air!


    Brayden, who had initially been partaking in a sideline conversation, sensed an undercurrent of unease.


    Feeling a mild dizziness, he attempted to wrest the ss from Bryson’s hand.


    “Bryson doesn’t hold his liquor well; let me take this drink for him!”


    “Hey, hey, hey!”


    Nigel extended his hand in amanding gesture, forestalling Brayden.


    “Since when do men intervene in libations on behalf of other men? If Mr.


    Mitchell chooses not to partake tonight, it implies ack of regard for mypany…”


    Before Nigel could conclude his remark, an elegant hand swiftly imed the ss from Bryson’s grasp, tilting her head back and boldly imbibing its contents in a single, audacious gulp!