At this mont, the social gathering of Veridia’s elite daughters was still lively in the banquet hall downstairs.
The earlier unpleasantness seed to have passed, and the other ladies seed to have collectively forgotten, surrounding Nina Sinclair and Sharon Lancaster in conversation.
Although they didn’t know Nina Sinclair’s identity, the Lancaster daughter beside her had just proven her status.
"Miss Lancaster, we rarely see you, which is why such a misunderstanding happened. You’ll have to attend our events more often in the future."
"Exactly, it’s all because we didn’t recognize soone so significant. I toast to you."
Despite rarely attending such occasions, Sharon Lancaster handled the crowd’s admiration with ease.
Nina Sinclair curved her lips into a smile, "Sorry, I need to use the restroom."
She placed the champagne she was holding on a nearby table and walked towards the exit.
As she passed the entrance, Nina Sinclair suddenly stopped. She saw a familiar figure—it was Vincent Lancaster!
She furrowed her brow slightly. What’s he doing here?
Vincent Lancaster, dressed in an immaculate white suit, appeared like an elegant young gentleman from high society. Beside him was a woman in formal attire, not Sierra Sinclair, and she seed quite unfamiliar.
The two appeared to be conversing in low voices, their posture intimate and suggestive.
"Young Master Lancaster, thank you for bringing here."
Vincent Lancaster, with one hand in his pocket, flashed a charming smile and softly replied, "Hmm, call when you’re ready to leave. I’ve arranged to taste so wine with friends here, and can take you directly. In the evening, we can go for a drive."
This lady was soone he had just chard; though she wasn’t significant, she belonged to a well-off family in Veridia, providing him with so useful connections.
Vincent Lancaster felt that relying solely on Sierra Sinclair limited his advancent.
Thus, he used his identity as a Lancaster to connect with this lady, hoping she’d attend the Elysian product launch, enhancing his reputation.
A smile appeared on his lips; tonight, she was his to reel in.
The lady slightly blushed upon hearing Vincent Lancaster’s words and nodded shyly before entering the venue.
Just as Vincent Lancaster was about to leave, he sensed a gaze upon him. He looked up and saw Nina Sinclair standing not far away.
Seeing Nina Sinclair, a look of amazent appeared in his eyes.
Vincent Lancaster’s gaze lingered on Nina Sinclair.
Dressed in a luxurious gown, she looked as stunning as she did on the day of his engagent to Sierra Sinclair, instantly captivating him.
Vincent Lancaster began to walk towards Nina Sinclair, but she looked at him with disdain and turned away the mont he moved.
Watching Nina Sinclair vanish from his sight, Vincent Lancaster’s eyes turned dark.
Nina Sinclair, now with Louis Quinn, no longer thought much of him. Even if he wanted to pursue her, he had to consider Louis Quinn.
It was a pity he hadn’t taken her by force before; truly a missed opportunity!
If he had, perhaps he could now leverage the relationship to gain so advantage with Louis Quinn.
Once outside, Nina Sinclair sighed in relief upon realizing Vincent Lancaster hadn’t followed her. She casually grabbed a waiter and asked for directions: "Hi, can you tell where the restroom is?"
"Straight ahead, then turn left at the end."
"Thank you!"
After entering the restroom, Nina Sinclair felt sothing was off with her body.
She felt parched, her head was spinning as though weighed down, and her entire body was heating up with an inexplicable sensation.
It was truly strange. Could she be drunk?
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