Mr. Oliver's bratty daughter called one of the waiters who was serving juices to guests and take one of the glass from the tray.

She swirls the glass of wine in her hand and smirk evilly (today I will have you in my bed at any cost at any circumstances).

She put some powder in that glass and shake it to mix it well….

Giving it back to the waiter, she ordered in a rude tone" go and pour this glass of wine on that man who is wearing a black tuxedo” she pointed towards Rowan who was speaking with businessmen and sipping his wine.

“Listen” she called the poor...