Jenna Roland stepped out of the private room, her stilettos clicking sharply against the marble floor.

She had just reached the stairwell when Stella Laurent grabbed her arm.

"Jenna!" Stella whispered urgently, her eyes filled with concern.

Jenna paused and turned to face her.

"Did Tony give you any trouble?" Stella squeezed her hand anxiously. "That guy's notorious for being difficult."

Jenna shook her head lightly. "It was fine. He just looks intimidating."

Stella exhaled in relief, then tensed again. "Remember, don't provoke him. If he gets handsy, just endure it."

Jenna patted the back of her hand. "I know how to handle myself."

"Oh," Jenna leaned closer to Stella's ear. "Tony ordered two bottles of Romanée-Conti. Fifty-two thousand."

Stella's eyes widened, nearly gasping aloud.

"Two bottles? Fifty-two grand?" She sucked in a sharp breath. "My God! Your commission tonight must be insane!"

Jenna smiled faintly. "I should go get the wine now."

She turned toward the cellar, her dress swirling gracefully behind her.

Inside the wine vault, Chloe Blanchet was retrieving a bottle. When she saw Jenna reaching for two premium reds, she nearly dropped her tray.

"Who's spending that kind of money?" Chloe asked, stunned.

Jenna replied casually, "Tony Lombardi."

Chloe's expression froze.

"Tony?" Her voice cracked. "That terrifying Tony?"

Jenna nodded and motioned for the server to follow.

Patrick Klein approached, frowning at the dazed Chloe. "What are you standing around for? The guests are waiting!"

Chloe snapped out of it and hurried away.

In Private Room 402, the crystal chandelier cast a soft glow.

Jenna uncorked the bottle with practiced elegance, the amber liquid cascading into the wineglass.

She lifted the glass and approached Tony Lombardi.

"Sir," her voice clear and bright, "this toast is for you. May your future shine bright with success and happiness."

Tony's smile abruptly stiffened.

He studied Jenna for several seconds, his gaze unreadable.

In his line of work—where survival meant walking on knife edges—no one had ever wished him such things.

He raised the glass and drained it in one go.