Chapter 328

"Then bring it on!" Clara Bennett clenched her fists, already shifting into a fighting stance. Ethan Miller burst into laughter. "You seriously think you’re getting out of here? No matter how good you are, you drank that wine just now—I slipped something in it. Clara, you're not making it out alive tonight!" She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you mean that wine?" Then, right in front of them, she spat it out. Ethan looked like he’d seen a ghost. "How did you… What the—" "You really think I’d drink without being on guard around you, Ethan?" Her tone was calm, but sharp. This move—her secret trick—was something her master had drilled into her for situations exactly like this. Sometimes, refusing to drink was like slapping someone in the face—basically giving them a reason to act. But if you could act like you drank while not actually swallowing it, well… that can save your life. Being able to hold wine in her mouth without swallowing—that skill had gotten her out of more than a few tight spots.