Aurelia Shaw raised an eyebrow, glancing sidelong at Grayson Quinn, knowing he was deliberately pretending to watch the commotion. However, this commotion—she quite liked.

"Barely tolerable," Aurelia Shaw said indifferently, her almond-shaped eyes lazily lifting as she looked at Grayson Quinn, "Do you plan to just watch?"

The tone suggested that if he only watched, it would be unfair.

But why did he need to be fair?

She was neither a comrade nor his woman; why should he be fair? Besides, he was here pretending to watch the fun anyway.

That's true, but...

What was with this glance? Contempt? Looking down on him? Disdain? Why did she look at him with a mocking gaze that assumed he lacked the ability?

Grayson Quinn knew this was a trap, a provocation by the other party, but he still fell for it.

Aurelia Shaw's psychological tactics were superior to his.

Grayson Quinn couldn't help but assess Aurelia Shaw, surprised that such a pampered, sheltered young lady would understand these scheming tactics and grasp human psychology so accurately. Had she experienced some psychological encounter?

"What do you plan to do?" Grayson Quinn asked.

Aurelia Shaw's lips curled into a faint curve, saying nothing specific but stood up, her cool gaze landing on Audrey Wood not far off, kneeling humiliated before a man, trying to please him. The previous glamour she had was no longer visible; her hair was disheveled, face painted with heavy makeup, and on her right cheek there was a red handprint, swollen from a rough slap.

Yet she dared not show any displeasure, continuously downing strong liquor from the table, a fawning smile appearing on her face, "Brother Tiger, does this satisfy you?"

The man grinned sinisterly, pulling her onto the sofa.

Paying no attention to the public setting, the many spectators, or the cheering.

Aurelia Shaw got up and walked inside, lightly instructing Grayson Quinn behind her as if he weren't an outsider, "After they're done, bring them to the private room."

"..."

He truly was being treated like free labor, wasn't he?

Why did it feel like he dug a hole and buried himself?

Aurelia Shaw waited in the private room for a moment before the door was opened, Audrey Wood following a waiter inside, the waiter bowing politely to the man seated on the sofa.

The man sat with long legs crossed, holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it before his nose, inhaling, his lips curling into a faint smile of enjoyment. Though his eyes were hidden by the brim of his hat, it seemed as if he could still see his charmingly alluring gaze through the obstruction.

The waiter was momentarily absent-minded, realizing his lapse, quickly lowering his head, unaware of the slender and aloof figure sitting in a dark corner of the sofa, "Master Qi, Mei Mei is here for you."

The waiter stepped aside, Audrey Wood walked in behind him, stunned by the beauty of the man on the sofa, not noticing the waiter's fierce glare. She was entranced.

She had seen many handsome men, but rarely one possessing both feminine softness and masculine austerity, beauty that astonished her, reminding her of another person.

A beautiful yet cold face appeared in her mind, causing Audrey Wood to shiver violently, her thoughts returning to reality.