Jenna Roland lounged lazily on the leather sofa, her fingertips lightly tracing the rim of her crystal glass.

"Jealous?" She chuckled softly. "There's nothing to envy."

Chloe Blanchet pursed her lips, tucking the serving tray against her hip. "How could I not be? We started at the club together, and now you're a wealthy socialite while I'm still selling drinks."

Jenna took a sip of her juice. "I never stopped working after marriage." She glanced at Chloe. "This industry has an expiration date. You should consider a career change."

"Easier said than done." Chloe sighed. "The money's good here. No other job pays this well."

"How much have you saved?" Jenna asked bluntly.

Chloe held up fingers to indicate the amount. "Over a million and a half."

"Enough to open a small shop," Jenna suggested seriously.

Chloe waved her off, then suddenly remembered. "Did you order drinks? I'll go get them."

"The boss is treating today." Jenna winked.

Chloe was about to reply when her phone buzzed. She checked the caller ID—Patrick Klein, the manager.

"Gotta go." She stood hastily. "I'll catch up with you later."

Jenna watched her leave before turning to Ethan Roscente beside her. The man was engrossed in his phone, his long fingers flying across the keyboard.

"Still working?" She leaned closer.

Ethan immediately locked the screen and set the phone aside. "Just keeping you company."

Jenna looped her arm through his, eyes sparkling. "Why is the boss treating us? This place isn't cheap."

"He's treating me." Ethan pinched her nose playfully. "You're stuck with juice."

Jenna pouted.

Amusement flickered in Ethan's eyes. "I handed him a project that earned him hundreds of millions."

"What kind of project was that profitable?" Jenna's eyes widened.

"Real estate." His tone was casual. "He wants to stay connected for future opportunities."

Jenna whistled softly. "That's insane money." She muttered under her breath, "Maybe I should've gone into real estate."

The private room door swung open. Tristan Ashcroft entered with two servers—and an unexpected third person.

Jenna's smile froze.

Yvonne Sherwood's hands trembled, nearly spilling the red wine. Her face drained of color, clearly unprepared for this encounter.

"You know each other?" Tristan instantly sensed the tension.

Jenna gave a cold laugh. "This is Mr. Roscente's ex-girlfriend."

Tristan inhaled sharply, his gaze darting between the three.

Yvonne set down the wine bottle and turned to leave.

"Wait." Jenna's voice stopped her. "Last time you claimed Oliver was Ethan's son. Care to repeat that in front of everyone?"

The air in the room turned to ice.