The door opened, and seeing who entered, the smile on my face instantly turned to aversion. It was Adrian Gordon! I looked at my best friend, disgruntled, "Why did you invite him? What a buzzkill." Wennie Lane smiled, "I invited him to see how well you’re living now!" Saying this, Wennie Lane got up and approached Adrian Gordon, ignoring his grim expression, deliberately provoked, "President Gordon, see for yourself... Lily Miller is in demand, no chance of her going back to old flames—you! Stop bothering her!" Hmm, I felt slightly satisfied. This warning from my best friend was very necessary. Adrian Gordon’s brow furrowed tightly, his face clouded with anger as if to drip water, his eyes sternly fixed on me, "Lily Miller, is this how you degrade yourself? What do you consider yourself?" Smiling, I picked up the bright red ribbon in front of me to show, my eyes dazed, a flower-like smile, "I am the queen!" "..." Adrian Gordon’s expression grew increasingly indescribable. The room suddenly fell silent, not a sound to be heard. A crowd of men and women all stared at Adrian Gordon. Wennie Lane, like a madam, deliberately laughed and greeted, "Come on, it’s time to cut the cake! If you don’t mind, President Gordon, stay and have a piece—this should be your last time having Lily Miller’s birthday cake." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N0veI.Fiɾe.net The implication was that the two would completely part ways from now on, never crossing paths again. Adrian Gordon seemed to grit his teeth, clenching his fists, I saw that his anger was boiling inside. "Lily Miller, Sophie Miller is lying in the ICU, could pass away at any moment—and yet you’re here celebrating your birthday, mingling with a bunch of men like some floozy, do you think it’s appropriate?" Adrian Gordon questioned me, full of anguish and fury. But I remained unmoved, only asking back, "If that’s the case, why aren’t you at the hospital with her?" Adrian Gordon was suddenly speechless. I bowed my head and began cutting the cake. Melissa Chandler, that girl knows what’s up, suddenly reached out with a swipe and smeared cream on my face, breaking the awkward silence in the room. Everyone understood, immediately joined in, grabbing cream and sparing no one. Adrian Gordon stood there like a statue, coldly isolated from our lively chaos. And then, without knowing who it was, accidentally sent a big wad of cream right onto his chest. His neatly dressed suit was instantly a mess. "Sorry President Gordon, my hand slipped!" Nora Saunders quickly apologized, stepping forward to wipe it off. With that wipe, the cream spread even wider, becoming more embarrassing. "Enough!" Adrian Gordon’s face turned green with anger, surely realizing Nora Saunders did it on purpose, he brushed her off and turned around, slamming the door as he left. Nora Saunders looked back at me, and I gave her a thumbs up. I knew everyone felt for me, standing up for me. The eyesore was gone, we had even more fun. Alcohol gradually numbed my brain, I felt like I was floating up to cloud nine~ I could finally forget Adrian Gordon, ignore the Miller Family mess, disregard the company, and also... not worry about Daniel Carter. I am just me, I am only me. Live for happiness and nothing else. This lively and joyful birthday party lasted until deep into eleven at night. Only Melissa Chandler, who didn’t dare drink, was still sober. "Ms. Miller, should I call a car or a designated driver for you?" Melissa Chandler took out her phone, asking us. I muddled through with the last of my willpower, turning to ask Wennie Lane and Nora Saunders, "You both didn’t drive either?" "My sister-in-law—" Wennie Lane didn’t finish speaking, suddenly gagged and rushed to the room’s washroom. Nora Saunders slurred, "My family driver will come, Rachel Boone and the others will go with me..." I asked the remaining few, some had boyfriends coming to pick them up, others their dads’ secretaries. In the end, it was just lonely me, heading back alone. I looked at Melissa Chandler, a little embarrassed, and smiled, "Melissa, I’ll call a car for myself later." "Uh, and you? It’s so late, you alone... it’s quite dangerous." I was too drunk to open my eyes, yet still remembered to care for her. "My brother is coming to get me, don’t worry about me." Melissa Chandler replied. "That’s good..." I responded, closing my eyes, and collapsed on the sofa. I faintly sensed friends leaving one after another. After Wennie Lane finished puking, she seemed to have fallen asleep in the washroom, her sister-in-law found the room, and with waitresses, helped her out. Not sure how long I slept, a person shook my shoulder. "Ms. Miller, my brother is here, I have to go—you want to come with me?" Melissa Chandler woke me, saying. I nodded off for a few minutes, my mind getting even fuzzier, yet I still refused. "No, no need... my house is close by." While speaking, Melissa Chandler’s phone rang. I heard her answer, a familiar male voice over the phone, "Melissa Chandler, where are you exactly? Are you drunk and confused?" "Just in Moorielis’ room, ask the waiters where it is." Melissa Chandler hung up and bid goodbye, "Well Ms. Miller, I’m leaving?" "Alright, bye... Thank you, thank you so much!" I remembered the help she gave me, once again grateful. After Melissa Chandler left, I looked around the room, two younger brothers hadn’t left yet, looking more sober than me. "Pretty sister, can you make it back on your own?" "I can, you guys go..." "Wanna drink a bit more?" "Drink! Come on, who’s afraid of who!" I wobbled sitting up, flipped several bottles of wine in a row, all empty. I focused on finding wine, not noticing that young handsome guy gradually inching closer. "Pretty sister, I really like you, do you think I could be your boyfriend?" The young handsome guy held my hand, suddenly confessing. I stared at him, stunned. Though drunk to the point of dizziness, seeing double, I was still very determined on this matter. "No... Sis has seen through the mundane vows... What’s that saying, a wise person doesn’t fall in love, keep an eye on... the balance on your card, you... are interested in sister’s, the cash she carries right—" "No, I just like you, sister." The young handsome guy said, physically leaning in wanting to hug me. I frowned, just about to shove him away, suddenly the young handsome guy was forcefully pulled away, pushed onto the table, overturning heaps of wine bottles, clattering about. I was shocked frozen. Looking up, in my hazy sight, I saw a tall, slender figure, that face... it looked so much like Daniel Carter. My eyes were blurred, expression stunned, instinctively mumbled, "Why are you here... Did you come too, to celebrate my birthday?" The person looked at me, face somber, aura frosty, unlike any memory I had of Daniel Carter. "How much have you drunk? Can you still recognize me?" He sarcastically asked. I shook my head, slurred speech, "No... not him... so aggressive... Seems I really drank too much, mistook people..." The voice asked further, "Who did you mistake me for?" "You wouldn’t know, even if I told you..." I leaned into the sofa, hand feebly lifted, then dropped again, "That person I’ve met... the most charming, most handsome, most distinguished... all you men... combined, aren’t qualified to compare with him—" That figure sat down next to me, seemingly smiled with pursed lips, the icy and oppressive aura lessened a lot. "Oh? What’s his name?"