The moment Mr. Warren spoke, the temperature around William Wynne seemed to drop several degrees.
Shawn Warren, seated on William Wynne's other side, knew instantly that William was angry, even though his expression hadn't changed at all.
Shawn Warren silently cursed Mr. Linden. 'What an idiot!' He quickly stood up and reached for the glass in Mr. Warren's hand with a smile.
"Mr. Warren, Olivia doesn't drink. Come on, I'll drink with you."
Normally, Mr. Warren would have been delighted to have a drink with Shawn Warren. But he'd already had a bit to drink and was feeling tipsy, his judgment clouded. Gazing at Olivia Wynne's gorgeous face stirred something in him, and he became fixated on the idea of her drinking with him.
As Shawn Warren reached for the glass, Mr. Warren snatched his hand back. "No."
"You don't look like someone who can't drink, Miss Wynne. Or is it that you simply don't want to?"
Mr. Warren's eyes narrowed lecherously. He completely ignored Shawn Warren and William Wynne, his gaze fixed on Olivia Wynne as he spoke with a threatening tone. "You're not looking down on me, are you, Miss Wynne?"
"I may not be a big shot, but I do have some pull in the entertainment industry. You're still just a small-time starlet, aren't you, Miss Wynne? I wonder which company you're with. Perhaps I know your boss."
As Mr. Warren's veiled threat hung in the air, Olivia Wynne's expression remained unchanged; she simply regarded him with a calm gaze. But William Wynne shot to his feet, his sharp eyes fixed on Mr. Warren.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Mr. Warren had been staring at Olivia Wynne, his gaze growing hotter and more obsessive. Being interrupted in his reverie only made him more annoyed.
"Who the hell are you, kid? I'll do as I please. What, are you this woman's boy toy? Trying to play the hero for her?"
"Heh, take a good look at yourself. What makes you think a punk like you can hold on to a beauty like her?"
As the stream of insulting and contemptuous words left Mr. Warren's mouth, the expressions of most people in the private room darkened—everyone except those who were already drunk. This was especially true for William Wynne's friends.
The moment Mr. Warren finished speaking, before William Wynne could even make a move, Shawn Warren and Leo Reid shot to their feet and each threw a punch at him.
"What the hell did you just say?"
Blood trickled from the corner of Mr. Warren's mouth.
Olivia Wynne frowned slightly. She picked up a napkin to dab at her lips, then turned to William Wynne, who was standing protectively beside her. "Uncle, I'm going to the restroom."
"I'll go with you."
William Wynne said calmly.
Before leaving with Olivia Wynne, William Wynne shot a dark, subtle glance at Mr. Warren, then met the eyes of Shawn Warren and Leo Reid. The two men gave him an almost imperceptible nod.
Seeing their confirmation, William Wynne immediately left with Olivia Wynne.
The men's and women's restrooms on the first floor were opposite each other, with a shared sink area in between.
After Olivia Wynne went into the restroom, William Wynne stood by the sinks to wait for her.
When Olivia Wynne came out of the restroom, she first smiled at William Wynne, then turned on a faucet to wash her hands.
"Clara, do you really have to do this? I heard Minister Fairchild is a dangerous man. Don't get in over your head." A girl's voice sounded from Olivia Wynne's left.
Just as Olivia Wynne was about to leave, she heard the other girl reply, "Don't worry about me. Men are just slaves to their dicks. Once I get Zachary Fairchild into my bed, he'll be hooked. You don't trust my charms?"