A Bottle of Champagne

Jolene gradually felt more at ease. At this time, inside the mansion, a group of men and women popped open a bottle of champagne, and the juice inside sprayed out, having been shaken. The walls and the floor, which were already ruined and messy, took on another layer of disgust and dirt. These young men and women were the sons and daughters of wealthy families in Dilsburg. They were like a small, exclusive community—the glitterati—mixing in the same clique and sharing similar tastes. The Jules family’s home had long been sealed off, but these privileged and self-entitled kids decided on a whim to climb over the wall and throw a party there, seeking a good thrill. Mind you, this was the Jules family, which had produced several generations of Gods of War over centuries. They wouldn’t have dared to enter such a place with reckless abandon in the past. But now, the Jules family was utterly ruined, and their home had become a hangout spot for these rich kids, a favorite haunt. A young lady,