“Barlow, don't you think it's inappropriate to ask others whether you should drink or not?"

Sanford scoffed as he asked the waiter to pour more wine.

Barlow only smiled at Rosalynn and said nothing.

Rosalynn continued to eat, ignoring his stare.

Brian pursed his lips, and the air around him darkened.

"Try this dish, Rosalynn. It's a Wragos specialty." Barlow picked up a dish and put it in Rosalynn's bowl.

Rosalynn was taken aback by the gesture, and before she could respond, Brian's somber voice cut in.

"No. That's not it. This is the actual Wragos specialty." Brian picked up a piece of fish and put it in Rosalynn’s bowl.

Rosalynn looked at her bowl with disdain. She just wanted to finish the meal as quickly as possible and avoid the two men.

"| prefer to serve myself. It's not hygienic for you to put food in my bowl."

Brian and Barlow exchanged a tense glance, their unspoken animosity hanging in the air like a dark cloud.

“Come on, let's have a drink,” Sanford said, trying to diffuse the tension.

Brian picked up his glass and looked at Barlow, who raised an eyebrow before joining in.

The three had a drink.

Sanford continued filling up Barlow's glass.

“Barlow, you are really awesome. You have taken the reins of Sun Group and made it thrive. | propose a toast to you," Sanford said.

Upon hearing this, Barlow gave Brian a wry smile.

"I appreciate it, but let's not forget that | might have inherited my mother's ruthlessness."

He was insinuating that his mother had almost poisoned Brian to death.

Brian's lips pressed together, and the mood in the room grew more intense.

“People with evil intentions tend to destroy themselves sooner or later. You had better make the right choice, Barlow." Brian took a sip of wine, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Barlow chuckled and looked down at his own glass.