Vanessa Aria furrowed her brow, was this Emeric Moore unable to understand people?
Outside the door, a waiter passing by with a tray glanced over, struck by the stunning sight of a woman in a red dress.
The woman graced him with a smile and for a moment, it was as if she was the blooming of a thousand flowers, radiant and incredibly beautiful.
The waiter was transfixed, unable to tear his gaze away.
The woman casually took a glass of champagne from the tray and stood in front of the box room's door.
With her other hand, she idly lifted her long hair, her every movement exuded elegance and allure.
This wasn't Emeric Moore's room, was it? Was this woman with him?
But he remembered the woman Emeric Moore had brought was not her, even though she wasn't as beautiful as the woman standing here.
Just then, the room's door opened, and a woman stepped out.
Without a word, the woman threw her glass of champagne directly in the face of the woman standing in front of her.