Ethan Roscente snapped out of his thoughts, his gaze settling on Gavin Valentine's face as his brows furrowed slightly.

"Reason?"

"Don't ask." Ethan's expression remained indifferent, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

Gavin's frown deepened.

Something was off. If Ethan really wanted to drink, he could've just asked Gavin to send a few bottles over. Why bother coming to a place like this?

With Ethan's status, there wasn't a single fine wine he hadn't tasted.

Gavin's eyes involuntarily drifted toward the bar.

Earlier, Ethan had ordered two bottles of Romanée-Conti in one go—the commission on that level of wine was substantial. Was this about Jenna Roland?

Gavin's pupils constricted, shock flashing across his face.

Could Ethan actually have feelings for Jenna?

His expression shifted unpredictably.

Ethan ignored him, picking up his glass and draining it in one go.

"Is this about Jenna?" Gavin leaned in, unable to hold back. "You into her? She is gorgeous. Need a wingman?"

Ethan had no intention of explaining, but to avoid misunderstandings, he spoke anyway. "Her brother's sick and needs surgery money. She refused to borrow it."

"Holy shit!" Gavin shot to his feet, eyes wide. "You actually like her?"

In his eyes, someone as cold as Ethan wouldn't go out of his way to help unless he had feelings for the person.

Ethan shot him an icy glare. "When did I say that?"

"Then why?" Gavin sat back down. "Everyone knows Ethan Roscente doesn't lift a finger unless there's something in it for him. You'd help someone for no reason?"

Ethan crushed the cigarette between his fingers and slammed his glass onto the table.

Gavin felt the chill and scooted away. "Just joking. Don't take it seriously."

"Made up your mind?" Ethan's gaze was razor-sharp.

Gavin forced a laugh. "For old times' sake, how about $260,000? That's exactly the price of one bottle."

Ethan's expression didn't waver. "Non-negotiable."