"No wonder I said Mr. Stanton was so eager to ask for our help. It turns out that his real intention was not the wine, but Miss Smith!"
"Miss Smith looks so graceful, with a beautiful face like a flower. The woman Mr. Stanton has his eyes on is indeed very pretty..."
"Come to think of it, Miss Smith and Mr. Stanton do make a good match when sitting together..."
...
Percy Stanton just held a faint smile, listening to the flattering words at the wine table. He held Isabel Smith's wine glass, tilted his head, and looked at her.
Isabel's face became redder and redder, and she even felt a little restless. She couldn't help but lower her head, avoiding everyone's gaze.
The female waiter standing behind Percy walked up gracefully. As she bent down to pour wine for Percy, she deliberately lowered her neckline, revealing a fair half of her plump chest. While pouring the wine, she shyly glanced at Percy.