Phoenix Rising: From Heartache to Heroism novel Chapter 518

Lance asked, "Hey, do you think Mr. Weekley will drink the wine she offers him?"

Eugene scoffed in disdain and said, "Well, some think dying for love is a romantic way to go. Mr. Weekley's reputation in Wiltonshire is notorious for his wild escapades. I doubt he'd turn her down."

Lance disagreed, saying, "But you never know. Foreign girls are different from Evelina. What if she's not his type?"

Eugene shrugged and said, "We'll see. If I win, you'll tell me where Mason's lounge is and save me the effort to search every room for him later."

Lance agreed, "Deal. I bet he won't drink."

They both watched Evelina as she approached Jasper with a drink.

From their angle, they could only see Evelina's bashful expression; Jasper's reaction remained hidden, just the back of his head in view.

They could only make educated guesses about the conversation.

About thirty seconds later, Evelina said something to Jasper. She clinked her glass against his, and Jasper tilted his head back, dropping the drink.

Lance had lost the bet.

Eugene had emerged victorious.

He smirked and teased, "See? I've seen enough of this industry to know for sure. Ninety-nine percent of men won't refuse a woman throwing herself at them, especially someone of his status. Even if something happens between them, it'd be a "blessing" for Evelina. I'm heading to the restroom. Remember our deal, text me Mason's room."

Eugene put down his glass and walked off.

Though slightly surprised, Lance wasn't too hung up on the outcome and didn't dwell on it.

Meanwhile, at Fortuna Estate.

Today, the entire estate had been reserved for Frida's birthday celebration, which also doubled as a meeting with the in-laws.

The subtle fragrance of tea lingering in the air and the beautifully landscaped greenery outside enhanced the estate's serene and elegant environment.

By a carved wooden window, Violeta stood dressed in a beige dress with a jacket over her shoulders. She leaned against the window, holding her phone and a limited edition Hermès key bag that dangled from her arm.

Not long after, Irene turned the corner.

"Vio."

Violeta put away her phone and smiled at Irene. She said, "Mom."

She handed the bag to Irene, who took it with a gentle reminder. "I told you to go inside. Why are you waiting here? Isn't it windy when you stand by the window?"