Monica Usher was slightly taken aback; his words struck her heart. She turned her eyes to glance at him, Lydia Ingram had a flattering smile, hoping she would accept the drink, not wasting his expense of over a million tonight. A fondness for vodka, influenced by Justin Kingston. Monica Usher looked at the pale liquid in front of her, unconsciously recalling that man who seemed like a divine presence. Breathing the same city’s air as him, yet feeling like being thousands of miles away. "Drink it," Lydia Ingram said, "I assure you, fine wine with a beautiful woman is never a waste. I also trust your taste." Monica Usher had exquisite taste, after all, she was wealthy. Taking the glass, a familiar sting pierced her heart. The last time she drank vodka was with Justin Kingston, when they clinched a deal with a client, celebrating with drinks. It was a rare occasion with just the two of them, as Finn Morgan had something and left early. The moonlight that night was beautiful, the breeze that night gentle. It was a moment she would forever cherish, yet never return to. At the entrance of The Sovereign Club, security was tight, and tall, handsome bodyguards stood in line. A limited edition Lamborghini slowed down and came to a stop, and two valets quickly came over to open the door, "Good evening, CEO Kingston." They bowed respectfully. With long, straight legs stepping out of the car, the black tailored shirt wrapped around Justin Kingston’s form flawlessly. In the evening breeze, under the night sky, he exuded an air of coolness that was beyond words. As he approached, the line of bodyguards at the door bowed, "Good evening, CEO Kingston!" Beneath the starlit sky, the cool air breezed by as Justin Kingston stepped through the grand door of The Sovereign Club. "This way, CEO Kingston." He was escorted all along the way, greeted with respect, and guided forward. Barbara Sutton and Mia Lane took the same elevator down; both had finished work. After greeting each other, Barbara Sutton felt awkward standing next to her, stemming from her own lack of confidence, actually. Mia Lane was an especially low-key and easygoing person. "Has your mother’s health improved?" she broke the silence as a friend. Barbara Sutton quickly gathered her thoughts, "She’s been discharged, thank you, President Lane, for your concern." Their gazes met, and only then did Mia Lane notice the luxury brand she wore, glancing twice at the bag that was worth at least a hundred thousand, leaving Mia slightly startled. How did this young girl suddenly come into so much money? But Mia Lane didn’t ask because there was no reason for her to. There was only one possibility, that Barbara Sutton was being kept. Mia really couldn’t think of any other explanation; after all, everyone has the right to choose their own lifestyle. This is a societal norm. Exiting the company lobby, Mia Lane got into the car prepared by Old Chapman. As the car drove away, she saw Barbara Sutton hailing a taxi. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveI-Fire.ɴet She no longer rushed to catch the last bus. In the near future, surely she will buy a luxury car, provided that her backer remains stable. By now, Finn Morgan had already taken Hailey Hale home; after dinner, she went upstairs. Finn Morgan hadn’t entered The Hale Family’s home, he just parked the car by the roadside. Downstairs in the brightly lit living room. "Is Hailey not in a good mood?" Paige wondered, "What’s wrong with her today?" "Probably work pressure." Dennis Hale poured a glass of water, "After all, transitioning from childhood to adulthood, it’s normal to feel unhappy sometimes, some emotions need to be processed individually." "Did she have a fight with Finn Morgan?" Paige blurted out, guessing the possibility. Dennis Hale turned his gaze toward her, "Now you’re worried?" "..." The woman rolled her eyes at him, "Did you investigate Finn Morgan’s background?" "Yes, it’s in the study."