Casually tossing the phone aside, I drove towards The Sovereign Club.
The Sovereign Club towered high, its neon lights resplendent, casting mirages in Riventhal’s nightscape. It was undoubtedly the most upscale nightlife destination in the city.
The young elite coming here would casually spend a hundred thousand on a single bottle; everyone who frequented here was a person of status.
These bumpkin designers from R-Alan, it was only thanks to Monica Usher that they could witness this spectacle.
Yes, they were following Monica Usher, not Lydia Ingram!
Because Lydia Ingram had orchestrated the event tonight for Monica Usher, his intentions were anything but the wine.
The grand hall of The Sovereign Club was opulent, the designers had already arrived, each one acting like they had never seen such wonders, wildly snapping away at everything with their phones, sometimes using various filters to capture their faces or each other.
This attracted the attention of the young elites and socialites passing by, as if they were witnessing a pig climb a tree.
When Monica Usher entered and saw them behaving this way, she felt speechless.
To think Lydia Ingram would go this far to win a beauty’s smile, willing to spend so extravagantly—with the night’s collective expenses reaching at least a million.
The banquet, and the entertainment afterwards, far surpassed Monica Usher’s expectations.
Amidst the crowd, Monica Usher was the only one who exuded an extraordinary aura, her face freezing with an aloof elegance, filled with disdain for those around her, yet maintaining a polite smile.
After all, the True Love project was not yet finished. By then, they would need to use their design concepts to attract clients.
Once Lydia Ingram had everything arranged, he joined the crowd, showing no air of a CEO and mingling closely with everyone. When someone asked to take a picture with him, he gladly obliged, even striking a peace sign pose.
Monica Usher simply watched all this silently, her thoughts only on Justin Kingston, inexplicably finding herself missing him.
She remembered the last time she came to The Sovereign Club, it was with Justin Kingston.
The dinner was enjoyable for everyone, except Monica Usher, who only drank two glasses, taking in those who had never seen such wonders, thinking their lives were probably at their peak.
Although Lydia Ingram sat beside her, he constantly noticed Monica Usher sitting in the corner.
In the neon-lit private room, some people were singing while others played games.
Tonight, she was a bit aloof, her face and eyes filled with disdain.
Lydia Ingram brought a glass of wine to her side and sat down, "What are you thinking about? You look unhappy."
Monica Usher watched everyone having a blast, her lips raised slightly, "If they had this kind of enthusiasm at work, your company would have long surpassed the Kingston Group by a few streets."
Hearing this, Lydia Ingram was displeased, after all, he was the company’s director, and such words undeniably slapped his face.
"I think they are all very despondent, none of them really knows what they want," Monica Usher’s eyes were full of contempt, "Once a person loses their sense of purpose, they might live their whole life —a frog boiled in tepid water."
"So, what do you think the goal should be?" Lydia Ingram caught the underlying meaning and asked with a serious face, "Leaving R-Alan?"
"Don’t worry, they won’t leave." Monica Usher smiled confidently, "Once someone stays in a comfortable environment for too long, they won’t adapt to leaving, and will be eliminated even faster."
Lydia Ingram wasn’t angry, offering a glass to her, "So you want to leave, is it that you don’t like our environment here?"
She didn’t answer, nor did she reach for the glass.
"What’s this? You’re not planning on drinking with me tonight?" Lydia Ingram sighed, feeling a bit defeated, "Even though we’ve worked together, you’re not leaving just yet, are you?" This text is hosted at Nove1Fire.net
"I already had two glasses during the meal." She was still aloof, "I don’t want to drink anymore."
"This is top-quality vodka, imported from Freyne. As for the price... you probably wouldn’t buy it." Lydia Ingram patiently held up the glass, persuading, "Since you’re here, why not try it? Will it evoke some sad memories?"