Chapter 55

Sage had one rule that she had always stuck to when dealing with such matters: Avoid taking matters into your own hands. With Yeva, she was willing to spend time "teaching" her since Yeva was her cousin. However, she had never wasted her time on outsiders as they were usually not worth the time nor the energy. This time, Sage was in a horrible mood, and the woman was rubbing salt into the wound. Hence, Sage had no intentions of turning a blind eye this time. The venue was rowdy. Music blasted through speakers, and the chatter of guests filled the hall. At first, no one had noticed the commotion, but as the chatterboxes screamed and yelled at the top of their lungs. They acted as if they had never witnessed such scenes. Thanks to the ladies, Sage who had always kept a low profile found herself in the center of attention. Guests were slowly gathering around them. The lady, who Sage had dumped wine on, was the only one who was not yelling. She was still in shock. Tasting wine in h