NovelEnglishThe hotel manager was just a lackey of the Sharp family.
Normally, Drake would never tolerate such actions.
"Debra is there. If we make a scene, she might blme for ruining her plan," Drake replied, glancing at his watch.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt was eight o'clock. At the latest, the party would end by 11.
He ordered, "Keep your people on watch. If anything happens inside, have them rush in immediately. If anyone suspicious enters, send them in. If no one's out by 11, smash the hotel." "Yes, boss." At the hotel, the socialites walked the red carpet, attracting reporters to snap pictures.
Such parties always made it to newspapers and magazines and might even show up on international news.
Debra, in her mermaid gown, was the center of attention. Liza realized that everyone else was wearing black gowns, while only Debra stood out.
Liza whispered, "You're the lucky dog, the star among us." "Star? I don't think so," Debra replied.
"Anyway, lucky you. You're the woman of the hour," Liza muttered, regretting not accepting Debra's proposal of switching dresses earlier in the afternoon. "I wonder who the designer is this time. The design is great, but it feels different from the usual style." Her gaze never left those socialites in the hall.
Debra said, "White and black symbolize the clash of light and darkness. Obviously, the light is the weaker side." She was the only one in a white gown, going against the dark sea.
By now, everyone had entered the venue.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Welcto the Mystery Lady Gala, hosted by the Sunshine brand. Tonight this is our field Ladies, let's enjoy ourselves," announced the host.
Her voice echoed from every direction, amplified by speakers set up in mid-air. The once-dark second floor was suddenly illuminated.. Rows of seats appeared, occupied by people wearing white masks and black cloaks. Their faces were hidden, and they exuded unsettling pressure.
"What the hell? It's making everyone feel uncomfortable." "Seriously, are we commodities? What kind of look is that?" The whispers of discontent spread among the socialites. They had been born into privilege. No one had ever surveyed them like that.
Liza had the sfeeling. Her whole body went tense. "What are they e doing? Neel so uncomfortable." Debra calmly said, "Uncomfortable? That's because we're on the first
floor, and they're on the second Theyre looking at us througholenses, like we're merchandise." Once they entered, all the reporters disappeared. No one knew what was happening inside.
Debra had long known that the Lowe family hosted such parties every month to win over business owners, but this event felt different.
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