The group sighed in disbelief, unable to believe that Zane would so openly share our intimate matters with them.

I only felt that chill instantly spread to my four limbs, freezing me into a shiver.

I didn't wait for him to finish speaking; I smiled and pushed the door open, instantly dropping the atmosphere in the private room to freezing point.

I picked up a glass of wine and obediently sat down beside Zane.

"What are you talking about? You all seem so happy."

Seeing my confused expression, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

They all raised their glasses to toast me, and I accepted them all.

I drank glass after glass, anxiously waiting for Zane to mention the bet he had talked about.

I don't know how long it had been when the door was pushed open again.

I slightly raised my gaze to see who had entered—it was Yale Smith.

Only then did I realize what it meant to be seen as a rare gem, a prince unlike any other.

He wore gold-rimmed glasses, had sharp features, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, exquisite down to the last hair.

Just as I was lost in thought, Zane patted my shoulder, his tone somewhat casual.

"Stella, my brother is here; go have a drink with him."

I tugged at his sleeve, still unwilling to give up, and asked, "Are you really sure you want me to drink with him?"

I emphasized the words "drink with him," but Zane seemed unfazed by my concern.

"What's the big deal? If the older brother has it, the younger brother can't have nothing, right?"

"Brother, this isn't right..."

Zane impatiently interrupted, "Brothers are like hands and feet; women are like clothes, just a woman!"

The phrase "just a woman" made all the girls present change their expressions.

I thought to myself, "You will regret this, Zane. Time will prove it."

I smiled sweetly and slowly stood up, throwing myself into Yale's arms, joking, "Let's do what your brother loves most."

"Your brother will be so happy."

The atmosphere in the private room froze instantly, everyone staring at me in shock.

Yale paused, his deep-set eyes flickering with an inscrutable light.

His large hand rested on my waist as he thanked Zane, "Thanks, brother; I will cherish her."

Zane's expression darkened, and he scoffed disdainfully.

We walked out of the room, and as we closed the door behind us, several loud crashes echoed from inside.

Zane angrily smashed several bottles of wine.

I heard someone trying to calm him down.