Chapter 357: There is a Problem with this ss of Wine


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    There must be something fishy about this wine.


    Purple Summers can’t drink it.


    Be Foster drank half of the wine in her ss and noticed that Purple Summers hadn’t touched hers, which made her somewhat anxious.


    Suppressing her urgency, she asked casually, “Why aren’t you drinking?” Purple Summers calmly enjoyed her meal and, upon hearing the question, smiled and looked towards the soon-to-be bride and groom toasting in the distance, saying, “No hurry, I’ll drink after they’re done toasting.”


    At that moment, a few ssmates at the table let out low exmations: “Look, they’re toasting at Young Master Graves’ table!”


    Gavin Graves’ social status was so high that even when he tried to keep a low profile, he attracted everyone’s attention. All the people at Purple Summers’ table looked over, including Be Foster, who was also drawn to Gavin Graves. Perhaps because the banquet hall was so warm, Gavin Graves wasn’t wearing his suit jacket but instead, a snow-white shirt with a light gray vest, looking extremely elegant and gentle, like a refined gentleman described in ancient literature.


    Such a man would usually make a great first impression, but who would imagine that his other side was decisive, ruthless, and cruel?


    Being refined and gentle alone would not secure his position as family head.


    The bride and groom, led by the master of ceremonies, toasted Gavin Graves. They were both in their twenties, not much younger than Gavin. However, in this atmosphere, Gavin appeared like an elder.


    Everyone in the banquet hall discussed Gavin Graves eagerly.


    “I can’t believe Young Master Graves is here.”


    “Young Master Graves is so handsome and young; I wonder who will marry him in the future.”


    “What a blessing it would be to marry the future head of the Graves Family.” “Who’s Young Master Graves’ femalepanion today?”


    Everyone was looking at Gavin Graves. Men looked at him with awe and envy, while women looked at him with admiration and desire.


    Purple Summers thought that at this moment, Gavin Graves seemed like a tender and juicy steak, with everyone eagerly wanting a taste.


    She suddenly thought of Alexander Summers.


    —Alexander was younger, handsomer, and more powerful than Gavin Graves, clearly better in every way; however, people often mistook him for an old man and seldom talked about him.


    Purple Summers couldn’t help but smile at this thought, feeling a strange sense of delight in her heart…


    The bride and groom spent a particrly long time chatting at Gavin Graves’ table, and when they moved on, the prying eyes around them slowly returned to their conversations.


    New dishes were brought to the table by the attendants.


    Zara Jameson reached for some food and identally bumped Be Foster’s wine ss with her elbow while withdrawing her arm.


    “Ah!” Be Foster quickly stood up, but her reaction was still not as quick as Purple Summers’, and her dress was immediately drenched in arge stain from the grape wine!


    Zara Jameson was startled by the ident, “I’m…I’m sorry! Ms. Foster, really sorry, your dress…”


    Jane McCain said, “You need to clean it immediately, or it will be harder to remove as time goes on.”


    Be Foster was embarrassed, but she couldn’t scold Zara Jameson under so many watchful eyes. Besides, Gavin Graves was sitting at the next table, so she had to maintain her elegant demeanor!


    Suppressing her anger, Be Foster headed to the restroom with a gloomy face and rushed on her way.


    She made a call to her housekeeper, and within a quarter of an hour, a manager from a nearby luxury boutique delivered a newdies’ gown.


    Although it wasn’t as valuable as the one Be Foster was wearing, it was decent enough for the asion.


    Upon returning to the banquet hall, Be Foster noticed a new ss of wine at her seat.


    Zara Jameson apologized, “Ms. Foster, I’m really sorry for spilling your wine earlier. I poured a new ss for you.”


    Be Foster nced at Zara Jameson, Jane McCain, and others, thinking: I spilled Purple Summers’ wine, so they spilled mine; what childish kids!


    She also noticed that over half of the wine in Purple Summers’ ss was gone, which reassured her, so she decided not to bother with Zara Jameson over the matter.


    “It’s fine; it’s not like you did it on purpose.” Be Foster smiled and sat down.