"What do we even have to talk about?" Rebecca gave him a faint glance, then reached for her wine glass to take another sip.

Victor stopped her, taking the glass from her hand.

When he made a move to drink it, Rebecca immediately raised her hand, blocking his wrist. "Mr. Sovereign, you can't drink."

His wound hadn't healed yet.

"That's so boring," Victor said with a hint of grievance on his face.

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