Amalia glanced at the wine glass in front of Bian, then turned her gaze to the roast beef slices on the table. Amalia felt her heart pounding fast and wished all of her plans worked out tonight. Amalia had asked a servant to mix something into Bian's red wine, which paid quite a lot and hoped Bian would drink it.
"Let's eat first, sir, let them follow," Amalia said kindly.
"Yes, for a moment,"
A call arrives on Bian's phone and makes him smile.
"Assalamualaikum, dear." A smile spread across Bian's lips. "Hmm, where did you come from, dear? From earlier, I called you not answered. Instead, the phone is not active, "
"Eh, sorry, I forgot to charge and forgot to put it where," Bian heard Mumut's voice on the other side.
"You Habit!" Bian smiled even more comprehensively, and this habit sometimes made him argue with Mumut, " How, is it better?"
Bian's voice that was so soft to the person she was calling gave Amalia goosebumps.