Your Wife, Sir?
At the bar, across from the bartender, who was busy with his work.
"Supreme—I mean, Tzar." Yuri approached in a black fitted suit, taking a seat beside Caesar at the counter of the bar. "Nikolai called. It was successful."
"Good." Caesar nodded at the information. His gaze was fixed on Adeline, who was seated at a distance with crossed legs and a glass of champagne in her hand.
She was glancing at each and every guest in the hall, her gaze falling from one place to another until…they met with his.
His brow cocked upward, and he grinned slyly.
Adeline slightly broadened her eyes before a soft smile emerged on her face, her ears and cheeks flushing red almost immediately. She stood up from the stool and began to walk out of the hall towards the bathroom.
Caesar put his feet down, standing up. He moved to walk after her, but Diana stepped in front of him, her long lashes batting seductively at him.