Sophie Linwood contemplated whether to find a way to drug Eva Nightingale at the bar tonight.
After all, Eva was hosting, and she had chosen the venue and the drinks. If anything went wrong, she wouldn't have the right to blame Sophie.
Thinking this, Sophie smugly lifted her chin.
It seems fate is on my side.
However, Sophie glanced around: "Miss Nightingale, I heard President Coldwell is here. Why haven't I seen him!?"
Liam Coldwell?
Upon hearing this, Eva furrowed her brows unpleasantly. She had just returned and only saw her uncle Sebastian Yansford, but she hadn't seen Liam Coldwell. Could it be that Liam was here?
She suspected that Liam Coldwell was actually Sophie Linwood's real objective tonight?
Thinking of this, Eva Nightingale turned her gaze toward Jasmine Green beside her, her peach blossom eyes filled with anger and scrutiny, as if interrogating Jasmine nakedly.
Naturally afraid of her master, Jasmine's eyes darted evasively, and she lowered her head.
