Vivian led Amelia away, but after taking a few steps, she casually glanced back at Lila, who was sitting alone.
"Sorry, but it's not my fault that Pierre likes you. You're just too pretty," she thought.
Amelia looked at Vivian—the friend she had grown up with, only to part ways later because of differing values. She said, "Can you hurry up?"
Vivian feigned innocence. "Amelia, why are you so upset with me?"
"You know what you did."
Vivian shrugged innocently. "I only have a few men. Is that really such a big deal in this circle?"
Amelia frowned. "You stole someone else's boyfriend. Do you really think I don't know?"
"Amelia." Vivian sighed. "If I could steal him, he wasn't worth having. I'm actually doing that woman a favor, aren't I?"
Amelia frowned, uninterested in arguing with her.
Meanwhile, Lila had just sat down when she bent down to sniff the wine. She then looked up and froze in place. Pierre was standing not far away, staring at her with a cold, sinister gaze.
A chill ran down her spine. She quickly stood up as he walked toward her, intending to find Kieran, but her path was blocked.
Pierre smirked, "Don't be so resistant. I mean you no harm, Ms. Hart."
He offered her the drink in his hand. "Try it. It's a special wine I've kept for years."
She frowned. She certainly didn't dare to touch it.
She didn't take the glass, but he wasn't angry. Instead, he smiled and set it down beside her. "Don't be so wary of me. The reason I approached you today is to apologize.
"What happened before was impulsive on my part, but now you're Mr. Morgan's fiancée. What else could I do?"
Lila narrowed her eyes, her tone icy. "Terry said the same thing, but you didn't react like this. You're a wolf in sheep's clothing."
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