The men he was waiting for had finally arrived.
The four burly men were standing behind Louie when Charles met him earlier.
"Do you think you can get away just by saying sorry? At the very least, you must have a drink with me as compensation for knocking into me." The burly man smiled insidiously.
"In that case, let's have a toast."
Camilla wasn't afraid of a drink. She had a bottomless capacity for alcohol.
After pouring two glasses of wine, she offered one of them to the burly man. While doing so, the man touched Camilla's hand on purpose, causing her to yelp and drop the glass. Consequently, the wine was spilled all over him.
"Da*n it! How dare you splatter wine over me?"
In a fit of rage, the man raised his hand in an attempt to strike her.
Jacob got up and pulled Camilla behind him. With a cold glint in his eye, he said, "I offer my apologies on her behalf."
