Chapter 137

Ethan Sullivan swirled the wine glass with his slender fingers, his deep gaze fixed on Evelyn Laurent. "This wine tastes terrible."

Evelyn arched an eyebrow. "Terrible? You seemed to enjoy it earlier."

The corner of Ethan's lips curved slightly, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. "You were watching me?"

Her expression remained impassive. "I observed everyone in the room."

Ethan shook his head with an amused chuckle.

He should've known. This girl had no romantic interest in him whatsoever.

Beatrice Quincy, who'd been standing nearby, stiffened momentarily before plastering on a gracious smile.

"Evelyn, have I offended you somehow?" She blinked her doe eyes at Ethan. "Ethan, won't you help me out here?"

Ethan ignored her completely, his attention never wavering from Evelyn.

"We're not acquainted," Evelyn stated coldly.

Beatrice tucked a stray lock behind her ear. "That's why I'd like to be friends."

She'd always been confident in her charms. A child star turned Oscar-winning actress by twenty, beloved throughout the industry.

Too bad Evelyn wasn't buying it.

"Miss Quincy," Evelyn met her gaze directly, "I've made myself clear. Also, your Green Tea Bitch act is so strong it's giving me a headache."

Beatrice's fingers clenched abruptly.

She had spritzed on green tea perfume today, but the implication stung.

"My apologies for disturbing you." She forced a smile before turning away.

"Don't mind that country bumpkin," several socialites whispered as they gathered around Beatrice. "She's downright savage—throws punches without warning."

"We all steer clear of her."

Beatrice shook her head gently. "Don't say such things. She's just... refreshingly blunt."

The group took the hint and changed the subject.