Evening, in the lobby of a five-star hotel under the Hawke Corporation.
The lights were dazzling, guests gathered in crowds.
The n were dressed in suits, and the won in flowing dresses.
It was quite a bustling and prosperous scene.
This was precisely the banquet hosted by Vinny Hawke.
The entrance was lined with beautiful receptionists.
Wearing matching uniforms, they ford a bright and beautiful landscape.
Elara Don stood on the other side, wearing a simple white shirt and black trousers, receiving guests alongside them, sowhat out of place.
"Hello, please sign here."
Elara Don instructed the incoming guests to sign the registration book.
Couples of male and female guests kept entering with enthusiasm.
She glanced at the air vent above her head and moved aside, sowhat unable to stand it.
She was a perfur, and tonight Vinny invited her to be an aromatherapy lecturer for a segnt in the banquet.
But just before the opening, Hawke Corporation claid they were short on staff, asking her to be a receptionist along with the Hawthorne Beauty employees.
She knew Vinny just found an excuse to boss her around.
Alright, when under soone’s roof, one has to bow one’s head.
She hoped the banquet would end soon.
"Elly."
Leia Quinn’s voice sounded in her ear.
Elara Don looked up to see Leia Quinn walking gracefully towards her, holding Craig Landers’s arm.
Leia Quinn was wearing a starry blue floor-length evening gown today.
The strapless and waist-clinching design accentuated her shapely figure.
The luxurious fabric was adorned with sequins, glittering under the light with star-like sparkles.
Particularly eye-catching.
Elara Don’s eyes lit up, and she exclaid, "Kiki, you’re so beautiful!"
This was the first ti she’d seen Leia Quinn dressed so grandly.
Her short hair complented the starry blue evening gown perfectly, highlighting her aloof elegance.
Unapproachable.
"It took three hours, such a hassle."
Leia Quinn lifted her long skirt, giving Craig Landers a sidelong glance, "If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t bother with this trouble."
Obviously, this was arranged by Craig Landers for her.
Elara Don chuckled softly, knowing her friend was soone who pursued simplicity.
She rarely attended such events.
She ca today, likely because she was worried about her.
A bit touched.
She looked towards Craig Landers and nodded slightly at him.
"Mr. Landers, since Kiki is your date tonight, please take good care of her."
"Of course, Elly, don’t worry."
Craig Landers finished signing and glanced at Leia Quinn, moving closer with a charming smile, "Darling Cindy, do you feel like a star being the center of attention? Trust , you look stunning today."
Her outfit was arranged by him without any room for refusal.
She did feel the eyes around her.
But those looks...
"Mr. Landers, I didn’t feel any superiority. All I sensed were sympathetic gazes. They must be thinking, who am I to catch the eye of a peacock like you."
Leia Quinn rcilessly retorted.
Craig Landers was montarily speechless, staring at Leia Quinn.
This woman, always being rude to him.
Sympathetic gazes?
Is being noticed by him that dreadful?
Clearly envious and admiring gazes, right?
"Ahem."
Elara Don observed their interaction, couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
She quickly cleared her throat, glancing at Leia Quinn and blinking to cover up.
Leia Quinn remained indifferent, feeling the breeze overhead and unconsciously touched her arm.
"Elly, why are you standing here? Aren’t you cold?"
Elara Don shrugged helplessly.
She had already tried to avoid the air vent.
But, unfortunately, the air conditioner was powerful.
"Here, put this on."
Craig Landers took off his jacket and draped it over Elara Don.
The man wore a white shirt with a black vest.
Looking elegant and charming.
His hair ticulously styled.
His handso face carried a smile, appearing even more devilishly charming under the light.
"Thank you, Mr. Landers."
Elara Don sincerely thanked.
"You’re welco, I’m a gentleman after all."
Craig Landers adjusted the jacket on her while complinting himself, not forgetting to glance at Leia Quinn.
Seemingly saying it for her to hear.
Childish.
Leia Quinn silently cursed, though she didn’t show it on her face.
Besides, this man was indeed considerate sotis.
"Oh, isn’t this Mr. Landers? So gentlemanly to won."
A woman’s voice ca to her ear.
Leia Quinn looked over and recognized lody Lane.
She knew lody Lane was Evan Miles’s sister-in-law and not friendly towards Elara Don.
Craig Landers gave her a casual glance, apparently not recognizing her much.
He stood with his hand in his pocket, accompanying Leia Quinn to the side.
lody Lane wore a black evening dress, draped with a cream-colored jacket, holding a purse, walking gracefully.
Her gaze swept over Elara Don, a flash of coldness in her eyes.
"Miss Collins, please register."
Elara Don casually picked up the register book for her to sign in.
lody Lane took the pen, sizing her up.
"Charlotte Soo, aren’t you a perfur? Why are you doing reception work?"
Such a vixen.
Why are all n so good to her?
"Work requirent."
Elara Don replied calmly.
"I see! Then could you please take care of this jacket for ?"
lody Lane took off her outer jacket and tossed it to Elara Don with a cold arrogance, "By the way, rember, this is a latest Chanel, I just had it brought over from abroad, don’t get it dirty. Otherwise, I’m afraid you can’t afford to pay for it."
Such a condescending attitude, treating Elara Don like a servant.
Elara Don took the jacket, her brow furrowing slightly.
Just when she was about to speak, Leia Quinn suddenly exclaid.
"Oh my, is this pen out of ink? Why can’t I write with it?"
Elara Don was startled, watching Leia Quinn vigorously shaking the pen.
Then, the ink from the pen splashed onto lody Lane’s jacket.
Elara Don: "..."
No way!
The jacket lody Lane just handed her got dirty this way!
She was just reminded about it!
Could soone be doing this on purpose!
"Oh no! Let see if I accidentally stained the latest Chanel?"
Leia Quinn widened her eyes, taking the jacket from Elara Don to check, seeing the black ink seeping into the cream-colored jacket, she looked apologetic.
"I’m really sorry, Miss Collins, it’s all my fault. I didn’t an to dirty your jacket."
lody Lane’s expression changed, she snatched her jacket and looked at the stain, her chest heaving in anger.
"I just put on this jacket today, and you’ve gotten it dirty. What are you going to do about it!"
"What else can I do? Of course, I’ll compensate you... for the dry-cleaning fee!"
Leia Quinn raised an eyebrow, "Let think, how much does dry-cleaning cost? Twenty? Or thirty? Well, I’ll be generous and compensate you a hundred."
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