Yvonne Jones never thought a friendly encounter would turn so unexpectedly violent and bloody.
The glass held before her made her feel somewhat dizzy.
She was really not sure what was going on.
"Mr. Perkins, what is this?"
She could not understand why Shaun Perkins was acting so differently after receiving a phone call.
Was there a secret there she didn't know?
"I've long heard that Penelope Jones can hold her drink well. We've met so many times at the social scene, but I've never seen how much Penelope Jones can actually drink."
"Today, hearing everyone talk about it, I'm suddenly curious. Why not give it a shot, Penelope Jones, would you honour me?"
The atmosphere at the wine table changed abruptly with Shaun Perkins' words. Everyone was silently trying to make sense of the peculiar mood.
They were wondering what happened between the two that caused the atmosphere to become so strange and hard to control.