บท 287: Poisoning

The young man raised a glass of red wine, swirled it gently, and then sipped the crimson-red liquid. A fragrant aroma wafted across the room. He closed his eyes, and continued murmuring, "What the Western world did, was dissimilar to what the Chinese had done in the ancient times. But, it’s impossible to deny that both methods had their merits, just like the creation of this red wine. Hehe, what do you think?"

Highly respected as a mighty elite, he is the third son of the Zhou family. 　　

A beautiful woman who exuded charm all over sat opposite him, and she looked to be about 25 years old.

Her skin was white as snow, her eyebrows were perfectly shaped, her movements were graceful and her mesmerising eyes brought about an air of mystery.