In the dim light, the red wine in the glass flickered with a dark red glimmer, as obscure as blood.
Irene Spencer's face held an inscrutable expression, her eyes fearlessly fixed on Nathan Leafcastle.
"Mr. Leafcastle, I don't believe... you truly want to lose to Kris Cooper like this willingly?"
Her tone exuded a self-assured confidence.
She understood Nathan Leafcastle; like her, he did not like to lose.
Nathan Leafcastle squinted slightly, his grip on her collar slowly loosening.
"What exactly do you want?"
"What I want is not important. What's important is, does Mr. Leafcastle want to win over the woman who grew up with you like childhood sweethearts?" Irene Spencer looked at Nathan Leafcastle across the table, her gaze like the serpent tempting Eve in the Garden of Eden, "Think about it, winning your true love while also dealing a heavy blow to the man who caused your mother's death, such an opportunity... does Mr. Leafcastle have any reason to refuse?"
