Chapter 242

I quickly adjusted my black mask, lowered my head, and hurriedly brought the tray over. Elijah had been drinking a lot and reeked of alcohol. I tried to keep my distance as I started clearing the table, but I was so nervous that the more I cleaned, the worse everything seemed to get. Elijah stared at me like he was possessed. Flustered, I stood up quickly, ready to leave. "Wait!" Elijah suddenly called out to me. I froze, my heart pounding. "Pour me some wine," he said coldly. I turned around slowly, meeting his sharp gaze. He seemed to recognize me. I nervously smoothed down my short skirt, feeling out of place. Suddenly, someone at the poker table darted a glance in my direction, and I heard a low voice mutter, "Oh, they sent in a newbie." As soon as he said it, another figure at the poker table fixed a cold, piercing gaze on me. I couldn't see his face clearly, but he looked thin, with medium-length hair hanging over most of his face. He stayed hidden in the darkest