Lifting her head, allowing the remnants of wine to drip from her hair, Emma offered a mocking smile. "Are you sure you want to meet my man?"
Eric snorted disdainfully, his voice dripping with malice, "Why? Is there someone I shouldn't meet?"
With an unruffled grace, Emma took out her phone and dialed John's number.
"Emma, what's up? Are you done with your event?" John's warm and gentle voice resonated on the other end.
Emma, who had maintained a cold and indifferent demeanor all evening, and even when splashed with wine, showed no emotion.
However, the very sound of John's voice made her eyes well up with tears.
Her lips quivered, and in a somewhat aggrieved tone, she whispered, "John, someone's bullying me..."
...
John was dining with Elder Anderson and their group.
They were at a seemingly ordinary location not far from the city government building.
From the outside, it looked unremarkable.
