Finn Pierce took out his phone from his pocket: "I'm going to make a call, got something to do."
"Okay."
May Sloane watched as Tiana Thorne drank glass after glass, feeling a bit concerned.
After all, she had never seen Tiana drink so aggressively before.
"Tiana, is something bothering you?"
Tiana held her glass of wine, her smile somewhat hazy: "Just felt like drinking."
With that, she wrapped one arm around May's shoulder and downed the red wine in her other hand: "A glass of wine with a beauty, delightful."
May: "..."
She was draped in a black suit jacket, her smile was charming, yet alluring and handsome—a dashing presence.
Truly captivating.
Why does the world have a woman like Tiana Thorne with such limitless allure and charm?
She turned back to look at the doorway, Finn still hadn't returned.
Outside.
Finn held his phone with a bit of melancholy, thought for a moment, and finally dialed his uncle's number.
After a few rings, the call was answered.
"Uncle."
