Chapter 125 A Dance Of Intrigue

• Edward Robinson’s steps veered slightly, bringing him to the private dining table, only to find Mallory's eyes devoid of anyone, just a variety of foods on the table. She buried her head and picked at her favorite dishes, looking as if she was preparing for a fierce battle ahead, clearly striving to replenish her strength to face the challenge.
• Jane was stuffing her mouth a bit too much and too frequently, swallowing while looking for something to drink. At that moment, a wine glass was handed to her at the right time.
• "For you," a deep voice, heard just now, sounded in her ear.