Chapter 292

Jazzie let out a cold laugh. A hypocrite like Clara should be an actress with that level of performance. She sneered lightly, "There's plenty of wine here. If you want to drink, go ahead. No one's stopping you."

Clara's eyes filled with helplessness as she looked around at the crowd, her voice pitiful. "As long as you forgive me, I'd be willing to die if it means making things right."

With that, she picked up another glass and downed it. Just as she was about to continue, Jack suddenly interrupted with a stern voice.

"Jazzie, enough. She apologized. Even if you don't consider her feelings, you should consider Anthony Miles'. Drink the wine, and let's put this matter to rest."

Jazzie knew that pushing the issue further would seem petty, especially with an elder intervening.

Without hesitation, she picked up her glass, ready to drink. But then she saw a glint of calculation in Clara's eyes and realized she almost fell into Clara's trap. If she drank the wine, it would expose Ev