The situation at the dinner was shifting, and each moment Eve lingered presented an increased risk of exposure.
Anthony Charlie narrowed his eyes.
Violet Taylor understood this all too well. Her expression cooled as she haughtily huffed, quickly standing up. "Since we all have hidden agendas, there's no need to continue this dinner! Cousin, let's go!"
With that, she took Anthony Charlie's arm.
Eve Thompson snapped back to reality and hastily withdrew her hand.
The sudden emptiness in his hand gave Anthony a strange, hollow feeling. He looked at Eve blankly, and in the eyes of the person who had just glimpsed their handshake, it looked like he was filled with affection...
Anthony Charlie rose with the flow and left with Violet Taylor.
Eve also hurriedly followed the two.
"Bang!"
The door to the room was closed, and the three disappeared from the dinner table.
Everyone swallowed, turning to each other: "Mr. Charlie, it didn't look like anything bad happened!"
