Chapter 113

The public lounge outside the venue was a quiet terrace, sparsely populated with only the night breeze and the bartender. "Would you like a drink?" The bartender skillfully juggled a glass while adding some ice cubes and whiskey, with droplets of water flying out like sparks. Serena leaned lazily against the glass railing and raised a finger. "I don't want to get drunk, so I'll just have a glass of orange juice." "As you wish," the bartender replied, maintaining a gentle smile. The bright orange fruit landed in his hands, tumbling and spinning before being squeezed into the juicer. Serena was idly wondering if all bartenders liked to show off their tricks when Wendy walked over. Wendy asked, "Hugh didn't come today, did he? Is he worried that the media will take a photo of you two and that his wife will find out? Serena, is it so happy being the mistress of a rich man?" Serena clicked her tongue. The true master of playing tricks had arrived. The wind tousled both of their hai