Alex asked curiously, “What do you need those two women for?”

Aunt Rockefeller changed her sitting position. Her legs beneath the table crossed gracefully. The tip of her black high-heeled shoes brushed against Alex’s thigh, yet she did not feel sorry at all. She took a sip of wine and spat it back into the glass. She said, “This wine is quite flavorful for the first three sip. Until the fourth sip, it has a sour and astringent taste. It’s not nice to drink anymore.”

As she spoke, she pushed