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?"

Nathan Leafcastle’s eyes gradually gained clarity, frowning as he watched Irene Spencer, searching in his gaze.

"Why should I trust you? What plan do you have?!"

Reaching out her hand, she took the wineglass on the table and held it to Nathan Leafcastle, smiling without speaking.

Nathan Leafcastle glanced down at the glass, his hand still for a moment on the table, before finally raising his hand to take the glass from her, noticing the bandage on her left wrist, he raised an eyebrow.

"What happened to your hand?"

Shrugging lightly, Irene Spencer’s tone was indifferent.

"To get something, a price must always be paid, don’t you think?"

Nathan Leafcastle’s pupils contracted slightly, while opposite him, Irene Spencer had already proactively extended her glass to clink lightly with his.

"Wait for my call, within three days, I’ll prove to you that I can fulfill my promise, and please prepare regarding sending me abroad, Mr. Leafcastle!"

Having said that, she raised her glass to her lips, finished it in one go, and placed the glass on the table, she smiled slightly.

"Pleasure working with you, Mr. Leafcastle."

Having spoken, she stood up, picked up her handbag, and walked out of the villa doors.

Nathan Leafcastle stood holding the glass, turned around, watched her car lights gradually fade away through the window, hesitated for a while, then put down the glass in his hand, hurried to the coffee table, sweeping away the clutter, found his phone under an open magazine.

Pressed the buttons on the phone, but it didn’t respond.

For the past few days, he had been in this lethargic state, naturally forgetting to charge his phone, and it had already shut down automatically.

Tossing the phone back on the table, Nathan Leafcastle turned and grabbed the phone on the table, dialing Vera Wave’s number one by one.

Very soon, the call connected.

"Hello? Who is this?"

On the phone, the familiar pleasant female voice.

"Vera, it’s me."

Upon hearing his voice, Vera Wave’s voice held surprise.

"Na... Nathan?"

"Do you have a moment, I want to discuss something with you..."

Before he finished, Vera cut him off on the other end.

"I’ve been really busy lately, sorry."

Then, the phone call was disconnected.

"Vera..."

Listening to the dial tone in the receiver, Nathan Leafcastle froze, then helplessly lowered the receiver.

A moment later, unwilling to give up, he picked the receiver back up, pressing redial.

The call connected, three seconds later, the prompt tone played.

"Sorry, the number you are calling is currently busy."

It was obvious that the other party had hung up the phone.

He hung up and dialed again.