Sure, here is the translated text:
"Do you still have the mood to drink wine now? I don't care, you have to tell me clearly what's in your mind. Are you really going to let Harry persuade Collins Aiden by himself?"
Evelyn Sherman walked up, snatched the red wine glass brought by the butler, and sat opposite Chester Yale.
She stared at him with wide eyes, demanding an explanation.
"If I don't let Harry face it on his own, should I face it for him? If I go, will Collins Aiden agree?" Chester Yale raised an eyebrow, speaking coldly.
The next second, he stood up from the sofa, sat next to Evelyn Sherman, and reached out to hold her in his arms.
"Anyway, rest assured, your son is not dumb. I have my reasons for letting you say that." Chester Yale spoke casually, taking the red wine glass from her hand and sipping it lightly.
His wicked eyes slightly narrowed, savoring the aroma of red wine.
