Jason smoothly shifted the topic, maintaining his gentlemanly demeanor. "Do you know him?" They both knew exactly who "he" was. Seraphina did not hesitate to answer, her voice steady as she replied, "I do." She saw no reason to hide the truth. In the presence of intelligent people, lying would be nothing more than foolishness. Jason, taken aback by her straightforwardness, had expected her to be more evasive. "He's unscrupulous. A man with blood on his hands. Not a good person," Seraphina continued, each word deliberate and sharp. She had ignored Myles intentionally, seeking to stop Myles from continuing the conversation. Jason's quick cooperation had caught her off guard. It was clear that he, too, shared her disdain for the person in question.Jason raised an eyebrow. "How do you know that?" Seraphina explained, "In the upper echelons of society, there are circles, networks of information. And we, the lower class, have our own ways of knowing things. Jason, it's best not to get involved with such people. Their unscrupulous nature can drag you down, and you don't want to be implicated." Although she couldn't be certain of Myles' exact intentions in approaching Jason, Seraphina was resolute in her aim to sabotage his business dealings. Regardless of whether Jason would heed her warning, she felt compelled to speak her mind and take the necessary steps. Jason smiled. "Alright, I'll listen to you." At that moment, Evelyn, having approached the scene, overheard Jason's words. She almost dropped the plate she was holding. When had Jason become so obedient and so quick to listen and follow orders? A thought suddenly crossed her mind, a little spark of excitement lighting her face. If Seraphina really did become her aunt, that would mean her uncle could be this obedient for the rest of their lives. The prospect thrilled Evelyn. The idea of Seraphina being her aunt and being able to order Jason around in the future made her giddy. "Haha!" she thought to herself. But just as Evelyn was lost in her daydreams, a light tap on her forehead snapped her back to reality, scattering her thoughts in an instant. "Ouch!" she yelped, glaring up at Jason. "What are you thinking about? You're drooling. Wipe it off quickly." Evelyn, embarrassed and flustered, quickly raised her hand to wipe her mouth, only to realize she had been tricked. "You're so bad, uncle. You tricked me." Jason, enjoying the lighthearted moment, took a brief respite before being invited by the patriarch of the Lowell Family to join a group of important figures. He excused himself, and Seraphina, along with the other two, found a quiet corner to rest.Meanwhile, across the room, Molly spotted Myles leaving with the woman in red. Her eyes narrowed as she immediately turned to Yvonne. "Alright, go over there now. Once George arrives, you won't have this opportunity." Molly's voice was filled with urgency. She had been instructed to settle matters before George's arrival, and this was the moment to act. Under Molly's watchful eye, Yvonne moved toward Myles, carrying a glass of juice. As she approached, a wave of nervousness swept over her, but she steadied her nerves, reminding herself that she had to handle the situation carefully for the sake of her future. She moved forward, though her anxiety lingered. Myles, sensing someone drawing near, turned his head just in time to see the juice spill onto his clothes. Yvonne froze, shocked. She had spilled the juice on the wrong person. Her panic was palpable, not the kind of pretended fluster one might expect, but genuine, heart-stopping fear."I-I'm so sorry," Yvonne stammered, her hands clumsily attempting to wipe the juice from his clothes. Myles had been about to scold her, but the moment his gaze met hers, something changed. Her eyes, wide with apprehension, melted the anger he had been about to unleash. Instead, a sadistic impulse flickered within him, a darker side awakening. "It's alright," he said gently as he reached out and grasped her hand. His smile was soft but carried an undeniable charm. Yvonne was caught off guard by his gentleness. Despite his age—he was in his forties, around the same age as her father—his well-maintained appearance made him seem much younger. As Yvonne's expression softened, a shy, coquettish look overtook her features. Myles' smile widened. His gaze lingered on her as though he was eyeing vulnerable prey. His smile grew colder, more calculated. The woman standing nearby involuntarily shuddered at the sight of his gaze, a chill running through her body. She couldn't help but tremble slightly.