Rosalynn scolded herself for interfering.

“Miss Fuller, it seems Like you'll have to take care of him tonight,"

Henrik continued teasing.

Rosalynn took a sip of her juice and smiled.

“No problem. I'll ask his assistant to help take care of him."

Her response left everyone surprised once again.

Brian, his eyes clouded with the effects of alcohol, looked at Rosalynn with a hint of helplessness.

Was she still upset?

The crowd resumed their eating and drinking. At that moment, the door to the private room swung open, and two people entered.

“Mr. Hughes, I've brought my son to apologize!" Johan walked in with Malcolm, sweat on his forehead, and offered Brian an apologetic smile.

Brian's smile faded slightly. He toyed with his glass and said coldly, “You've come all this way. You seem to be well-informed."

Though Johan was older than Brian, he didn‘t dare act recklessly in front of him and could only force a smile.

"Mr. Hughes, it's my fault for not properly teaching my son. I apologize for that."

Brian remained silent, his expression impassive, as he served food for Rosalynn.

Johan, observing the situation, looked at Rosalynn with surprise.

Though they had never met before, Johan was a shrewd businessman and had a vague inkling of what was happening.

He glanced at Malcolm and subtly signaled him to speak up.

Malcolm lowered his head, feeling a bit aggrieved but obliged nonetheless.

“Mr. Hughes, Miss Fuller, it's all my fault. I apologize to both of you."

Sure enough, the woman beside Brian was Rosalynn.

Johan understood the situation and made a plea to Brian.

“Mr. Hughes, my father's health is deteriorating. He's barely holding on with medication, and we don't know how long he has left. Please spare my son and let him stay in the city to care for his grandfather."