The night fell, and the city lights lit up.
Inside a private room at The Muse Club.
The booth around the round table was packed, with only one seat left at the very edge.
As soon as Ann Vaughn walked in, she was hit by the heavy sll of smoke, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.
The room fell silent for a mont, and everyone looked over at her.
"Annie, you’re here." Wendy Wallace stood up with a smile and walked toward Ann Vaughn, affectionately taking her hand and leading her to a seat, "Why did you co alone? Didn’t your boyfriend co with you?"
"Why are there so many people?" Ann Vaughn glanced around the private room and asked softly.
"Everyone here is an old classmate. You don’t need to feel uneasy, we all know each other."
Upon hearing this, Ann Vaughn nodded and sat down, hesitating for two seconds before addressing the unfamiliar faces, "Hello, long ti no see."
The initially silent crowd imdiately began to chatter.
"Long ti no see. You still look the sa as when we were in school, not much has changed."
"I didn’t think we’d be able to gather again after all these years, it’s not easy."
"I still rember a ti you gave a speech on stage, looking confident and beautiful. We guys secretly talked about you in the dorm..."
Ann Vaughn smiled without saying anything, mostly because she didn’t have much to respond with; she had no recollection of the events they ntioned.
She secretly noted the nas of the schools and classes they ntioned, considering visiting when she had the ti.
"Wow, Annie, which beauty salon did you go to for your skin treatnt? Your skin looks like it’s had a whitening injection. Ah, I’m just too lazy, if only I could be as diligent as you."
Ann Vaughn paused slightly, lifting her gaze to the woman who spoke.
The woman had a pretty face and delicate makeup, but her fake smile seed to crack the heavy foundation on her face, making it look like it might fall into her bowl.
"You probably can’t go to that place," Ann Vaughn said casually while eating the pasta on her fork.
"There’s no place you can’t go with money. If you can go, so can I. Is it abroad?"
"In my mom’s womb."
"..." The woman choked on her words, her face changing color several tis, and she stopped speaking sarcastically.
"By the way, Annie, what job are you doing now? What’s your annual salary? Do you have a boyfriend? What does your boyfriend do?" Soone else asked.
"If you don’t have a boyfriend, I can introduce you to soone. I have a colleague who’s single, he has a car and a house, and he doesn’t have many requirents for a girlfriend, as long as she can have a son."
"Pfft, what are you all talking about? Does Annie’s face look like soone who doesn’t have a boyfriend? But her face isn’t great luck, she’s the type that easily attracts jerks."
"That’s true, finding a good man is harder than climbing to heaven these days. Annie, don’t be too picky, just marry when you et soone suitable... Geez, my husband called again, saying he bought a designer bag."
Listening to their babbling questions, Ann Vaughn swallowed the pasta in her mouth and then said:
"My grandma lived to be over a hundred years old. Do you know why?"
"Your grandma is so long-lived, how did she do it?"
"Because she never worried about unnecessary things." Ann Vaughn said lightly, then picked up the fruit juice beside her and took a sip.
The atmosphere at the table imdiately beca awkward.
Wendy Wallace smiled to ease the tension: "Annie, don’t mind us, we’re just concerned about you. After all, we haven’t seen each other in so long, we just want to know more about you."
"How about this, since you have so many questions, why don’t we play spin the bottle? Whoever it points to has to do a truth or dare based on the words on it, how about that?" Cecelia Chandler suggested, raising her glass first.
This suggestion made the atmosphere gradually lighten up.
The first and second spins didn’t land on Ann Vaughn, so she breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sipped her juice.
But the third spin, her luck wasn’t as good.
"Let see what it says on the bottle." Cecelia Chandler got up to take a look, "It’s truth, who wants to ask?"
", , !" The woman to Wendy Wallace’s left chid in, "I’ve been curious about this for a long ti, why did you suddenly transfer schools back then?"
She transferred during the middle of it?
Ann Vaughn had doubts in her heart but didn’t show it, calmly saying, "It was arranged by adults."
Warren Vance had told her she was an orphan, so Ann Vaughn didn’t ntion a parental arrangent and used "adults" instead.
This answer was standard, and no one could find fault with it.
Cecelia Chandler spun the bottle again, and the fourth spin also landed on Ann Vaughn.
"No kidding, what skincare products do you use? Have you really not had injections?"
"Currently, I don’t use skincare products and haven’t had injections."
Then the fifth, sixth, and seventh spins... the pointer seed to cling to Ann Vaughn, always stopping at her position.
"Annie’s luck isn’t so good this ti, it’s a dare... to kiss the man on your right for a minute!"
Everyone imdiately started hooting, "Kiss! Kiss!"
The civil servant wearing glasses sitting to Ann Vaughn’s right imdiately started to stand up.
"I’ll take the punishnt." Ann Vaughn’s patience was wearing thin, and she picked up the beer bottle in front of her.
"Our punishnt is to finish a whole bottle, but if you drink it all, your stomach won’t handle it. A kiss would be much easier, right?" Cecelia Chandler said playfully.
"Yeah, we’re just having fun, it’s just a kiss, no reason to dampen the mood, right?"
Ann Vaughn slightly curled her lips, realizing that none of these so-called classmates had good intentions.
Maybe from the beginning, when Wendy Wallace and the others invited her out, they didn’t have good intentions.
"Finish a whole bottle, right?" Ann Vaughn got up and took the bottle from the table, ready to down it.
Click.
Suddenly, the doors of the private room, which had been tightly shut, were opened from the outside.
Ann Vaughn’s and everyone’s gazes were instantly drawn over.
The dazzling rotating lights from the ceiling happened to shine at the doorway, outlining a tall figure like a frost-covered pine on a snowy mountain, elegant and cool.
The man’s long, straight legs were clad in tailored suit pants, his steps steady and graceful, like a king inspecting his domain, moving with calm authority.
As soon as he appeared, all the brilliance in the space gathered upon him.
Everyone’s eyes could only see him.
Recognizing the man’s face, the n sitting down gasped sharply.
If they weren’t mistaken... this man seed to be Mr. Hawthorne, the president of Hawthorne Group!?
Yet the won’s attention was not on this fact; upon eting Cyrus Hawthorne’s chiseled face, their previous aggressiveness vanished.
One by one, they couldn’t help blushing, their eyes turning bashful.
"Wow, he’s so handso..."
"Is that perfect body ratio for real? I’m in awe!!"
"Is he here to find soone? Haha, could he be here for ?"
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