Ethan Sullivan's slender fingers gripped the crystal glass, his knuckles turning white.

Oliver Granger snatched the bottle away with a scoff. "The great Ethan Sullivan drowning his sorrows? Unbelievable."

"She broke up with me." Ethan's voice was icy.

Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Sophia? That sweet girl?"

Dark currents swirled in Ethan's eyes.

Sweet was an understatement.

Her heart belonged to someone else. He was just a stand-in.

How could someone as proud as him endure such humiliation?

Oliver poured a glass of water and slid it across the table. "I need to make a call."

Cradling the bottle, he stepped outside and dialed Sophia's number.

"Sophia, you two had a fight?"

"His father disapproves. Ending things is for the best." Her voice was calm.

Oliver fell silent.

Arranged marriages among the elite were the norm.

If not for that accident three years ago...

"Mr. Sullivan can be stubborn," he sighed.

"It's harder for him, caught in the middle."

After hanging up, Oliver returned to the private room.

"Ethan, why not embrace the playboy life?" He clapped Ethan on the shoulder. "Want me to call some girls over?"

Before he could finish, Ethan shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.

"Never mind, cancel that!" Oliver quickly backtracked.

Across the room, Isabella Valentine's eyes lit up.

"Auntie, were you just talking about Ethan?"

Ten minutes later, she lurked outside the private room, peeking in nervously.

When Ethan emerged, she timidly approached. "What a coincidence..."

The man didn't even glance her way, striding straight to the elevator.

Isabella trailed after him like a lost puppy.

"Ms. Valentine, you're like water seeping through cracks," Oliver mocked. "Here to take advantage of the situation?"

Her eyes sparkled. "They really broke up?"

"Not your chance." Ethan didn't turn around.

"I don't want anything!" Her eyes reddened with desperation.

Ethan sneered. "Don't disgust me."

The elevator doors opened, and he walked out without looking back.

Isabella limped after him. "Let me take care of you—"

"Get lost!" The car door slammed shut.

Oliver shook his head. "Where was this devotion before?"

Once everyone had left, Isabella dialed a number and screamed, "You bitch, Sophia—"

"Rabid dog." Sophia hung up without another word.