Everyone drank a little wine together, and Kenton Maverick and Kris Cooper lowered themselves into their seats. Seeing the two of them sit down, everyone else slowly followed suit.
Because Vera Wave wasn't good with alcohol, she drank a bit slowly. After taking a couple of sips, she put down her glass, stretched both hands to adjust her dress, and leaned back in her seat.
Irene Spencer sat nearby, watching her lower herself bit by bit, a cold smile flashed through her eyes.
She couldn't wait to see this dead girl fall flat on her back.
Just as Vera Wave was about to sit down, Kris Cooper had just put down his wine glass. He reached out, intending to serve her some food, and caught a glimpse of the chair behind her out of the corner of his eye. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly reached out to grab her arm.
"Wait!"
Vera was startled by him and stood back up from her previously seated posture.
"What's wrong?"
"Idiot!"
