Inside the private room upstairs.
If the minimum spending requirements in the hall have already turned away a large group of people, then the expense upstairs is something beyond what ordinary wealthy people can bear.
The huge glass windows allow for a complete view of the scenes in the hall below.
There aren’t many people in the private room, but they are all well-known figures in Aethelgard; mentioning any one of them would be enough to shake the city.
Silas Hawthorne looked at Stella Hawthorne, who was itching to grab the glass in front of her, his brows furrowed as he said, "No drinking."
Stella was a bit dissatisfied, "Brother, why can’t I drink? I’m an adult, at most... at most, if I get drunk, Felix can come pick me up."
Thinking about Stella’s boyfriend, Silas Hawthorne couldn’t help but feel a headache.
It so happened that Stella, a noble heiress, fell in love with a penniless guy as if her brain was broken; she’d surely suffer for it in the future.
Seeing Silas Hawthorne’s frown, Stella turned to the silent Xander Lawson with some reluctance and said, pouting, "Then can Xander Lawson take me home?"
Silas Hawthorne didn’t hesitate long, "Hmm, go ahead, you can drink."
Hearing the differential treatment from Silas, Stella was somewhat displeased.
She protested, "Brother! You’re afraid I’ll get drunk and Felix will take advantage of me, but aren’t you afraid Xander Lawson will do the same?"
"He wouldn’t dare." Silas glanced at Xander Lawson and said, "Even if you stood naked in front of him, he wouldn’t dare touch you."
Upon hearing this, Stella grew even more frustrated.
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Watching the squabble between the siblings, the others smiled amusedly.
Silas, the sister-loving fanatic, had brought his sister out for a gathering that was meant for him and his friends.
But there’s someone else even more irritating.
He had just made a phone call, saying he wanted to introduce them to his girlfriend.
Although Jasper Faulkner often claimed the Hawthorne family and the Faulkner Family were sworn enemies, the future head of the Hawthorne family, Silas Hawthorne, and the Faulkner Family head, Alaric Faulkner, actually had a rather good relationship.
Tonight was a rare occasion when all the brothers were together, so Alaric Faulkner brought Eleanor Sterling to introduce her to them.
Seth Sullivan glanced at Alaric Faulkner with a teasing smile, "I say, last time you tricked me into going to The Sterling Family, it wasn’t for the second Miss Sterling?"
Dylan Lawson sneered, "Nowadays, someone’s soul has been captivated by the Eldest Miss Sterling, so what does Faye Sterling matter?"
This piqued Seth Sullivan’s interest.
"I haven’t seen the Eldest Miss Sterling yet. How does she look?"
Dylan thought for a moment and replied with four words, "A beauty beyond compare."
Seth Sullivan clicked his tongue in wonder, "To be praised so highly by you, she must truly be remarkable.
No wonder she managed to captivate Alaric this way. I must take a good look later at what constitutes ’a beauty beyond compare.’
The bar hall was still bustling with activity.
Women wanted to catch wealthy heirs, while men aimed for noble heiresses.
Spotting Faye Sterling and others, their eyes immediately lit up.
A few men gathered and asked, "Hey, do you think that one over there is a heiress?"
"She looks like one, which family is she from?"
"I don’t recognize her, but she seems to fit the profile. Why don’t we go over and test the waters?"
Upon hearing this, they immediately got up and headed towards Faye Sterling’s table.
"Miss, interested in having a drink with us?"
Faye Sterling took a look at the few men who approached, though they wore branded watches and other accessories, it was obvious they were nouveau riche.
Having met men like Alaric Faulkner, who seemed god-like, there’s no way she could take them seriously.
Instantly, Faye Sterling didn’t respond.
The other three women saw Faye stay silent and immediately knew they must be not anyone of wealth.
Lucy Zane spoke up, "Sorry, we’re not interested."
Their faces sank, a hint of displeasure flickering in their eyes, but considering that heiresses could have some temperament, they endured and held back.