Charlotte Thompson looked up and saw Nolan Peak drenched in an entire glass of red wine.
The crimson liquid cascaded down his expensive suit and even ruined his carefully styled hair.
He looked completely disheveled.
Even before opening his eyes, Nolan Peak began to bellow, "Which bastard was so bold to dare splash red wine on me?"
After wiping his face, Nolan Peak finally saw who it was, and his previously arrogant expression immediately wilted away.
Justin Battleson set down the now empty wine glass, his expression stern as he fixed his gaze on Nolan Peak.
It was as if...
He was looking at someone inconsequential, or perhaps even a dead man.
"So, it's Mr. Battleson... Heh... you just slipped your hand just now, right?"
Nolan Peak, that entitled brat, was fearless against anyone else, but in front of Justin Battleson, who could dare to act so brazenly?
"Slipped?"
