From behind Mark, a statuesque, striking woman emerged.

She was indeed the eldest daughter of the influential Fowler family.

Most present had, at some point or another, sought the Fowler family's assistance. They promptly stood, greeting her warmly, “Miss Fowler."

Someone remarked, "It's Mrs. Evens. Mr. Evans just mentioned she's his wife."

Mark gave a knowing smile.

Addressing the room, he said, “I'll leave Peter to keep you company in my stead. Unfortunately, I need to make my exit."

No one had the audacity to protest Mark's exit, though they exchanged light banter.

But then, a defiant voice chimed in, "Mr. Evans, if you're Leaving early, shouldn't you at least down three drinks as penalty?"

A hush settled over the room.

ALL eyes fixed on Elaine, whose demeanor oozed confidence.

She obviously did it out of her jealousy of Cecilia. The evening had been going smoothly until Cecilia's arrival, which meant Elaine missed out on quality time with Mark.

The tension was palpable.

Cecilia gently moved Mark aside and stepped forward.

Elaine's face hinted at anxiety, but she stood her ground, believing she held the upper hand over Cecilia.

After all, Elaine received professional training as an actress, while Cecilia started as a nobdy.

Besides, being a decade younger than Cecilia, Elaine was convinced of her allure, especially since she had confirmed Mark's single status.

Cecilia approached Mark's seat, gracefully lifted the goblet he used, and took a whiff.

It was just water.

She tilted her head back, consuming its contents.

The onlookers, puzzled by her actions, turned to Peter for clarity.