The other woman

He went out and saw Thiago holding a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. "Would you like to have a drink?" Dante nodded. They went downstairs. In the large living room, there were only two of them. "This red wine was just brought back from the Boston manor this year. It tastes good. If you like it, I'll send a box to you." "Can I afford your wine?" Dante picked up the wine glass, shaking it under the light gently. The red light reflecting from the glass, like blood, shined on his face. He looked unpredictable and elusive. When Thiago heard this, his finger stiffened slightly. He frowned and looked at his low-profile younger brother. He really underestimated him, allowing him to lurk for so long and finally become so powerful. His ugly face was fake; his docility was fake. He was the wildest beast, which had disguised itself until today to give his enemy a deadly bite. He squinted his long and narrow eagle eyes, and said, "What are you talking about? I'm the one who should be on gu