"Oh, wait a minute, I’m going to change my clothes."
Saying this, Little Sophie ran upstairs, but after a few steps, she came back, "Oh, Nanny Garcia, please bring up the silver mask for me, I want to wear it."
Robert Williams was a bit puzzled, why wear a mask? Although there was a dance planned after the gala, wearing a mask this early was a bit odd.
Of course, this was just a diversion for Irene Morton. Only in this way could they divert attention.
Irene Morton changed into her outfit and put on the prepared silver mask.
She walked straight downstairs and sat directly into the back seat of the car under Robert Williams’ surprised gaze.
"Miss Smith?" Robert Williams tentatively spoke, being a smart man, he must be cautious in everything he did.
Irene Morton didn’t respond, she simply made a gesture for him to drive.
"Miss Smith?" Robert Williams wasn’t giving up, he was a hundred percent sure this wasn’t Little Sophie.
That darn Robert Williams!
Irene Morton snatched off the mask, revealing her true face.
"You talk so much, huh? Hurry up and take me to the gala!"
"I’m sorry, Miss Morton, President Land instructed me that I must take Miss Smith to the gala today, please get out of the car." Robert Williams, impartial and selfless, was President Land’s trusted assistant, and naturally wouldn’t make the grave mistake of defying Asher Land.
"Sister Sophie has already left." Irene Morton pointed outside with her hand, a red sports car sped out of the Land Family’s villa. Sophie Smith thought, if Asher Land knew that she not only stood him up but also stole his sports car, he would surely be furious.
"Miss Smith!" Robert Williams opened the car door and shouted loudly, but it was too late.
Irene Morton saw Robert Williams’ face turn pale in a flash.
He could already imagine the consequences of failing such a simple task.
"You now have two choices." Irene Morton cleared her throat, "One is to continue trying to kick me out of the car and drive this empty car back to see Brother Asher, the second choice is to take me to the gala, you know that Brother Asher dotes on me, and he absolutely won’t mind taking me as his companion."
Irene Morton spoke confidently, Robert Williams hesitated for a moment, he naturally knew the good relationship between Irene and Asher Land, but was it really okay to do this?
"If you continue to hesitate, the gala will be over, and by then Brother Asher, the esteemed executive president of Golden Era Consortium, will be all alone without even a companion, can you take that responsibility?"
If good words don’t work, then she would resort to threats.
Sure enough, Robert Williams was startled, and a few seconds later, he started the car, and Irene Morton was secretly pleased in her heart.
This Golden Era Gala was located at the most luxurious area in Eastern City, the venue was unique, a high-end club with two-story villas plus a wine cellar, the environment was excellent, and after decoration, the entire gala appeared very upscale.
The guests invited to the gala were all prominent figures from upper-class society, naturally, only Golden Era had the capability to invite them.
Irene Morton stepped out of the car with graceful strides.
The gala had already begun, a glamorous crowd was swirling, talking to each other, clinking glasses, everyone’s faces adorned with appropriate smiles.
Asher Land glanced at his watch, what time was it already, yet she still hadn’t come. What on earth was Robert Williams doing?
Irene Morton picked up a glass of red wine at the entrance, gently swaying the liquid in the glass.
Through several people, she saw Asher Land.
She softly called out, and Asher Land turned around in surprise.
He glanced around behind her, but didn’t see that familiar figure.