Frank was driving, and when he and Helen arrived, they saw that it was actually a private garden.

The venue was basically decorated as if it was for a social ball, complete with a buffet, wine, and classical music. Waiters were weaving in and out of the crowd, serving guests.

Naturally, everyone present were representatives of major businesses in Zamri-even if Lanecorp was not particularly weak among them, they were nothing to brag about either.

Each guest had a tag on them identifying the groups representing them, and Frank even noticed Victor Sorano from afar.

"Hmm...? Kallum isn't representing Lanecorp now?" an elderly man carrying a glass of red wine asked as he approached Helen just then, with a woman in her twenties linking arms with him.

of sugar daddying-the man was

chairwoman of Lanecorp...' "Oh, you

Helen,

I've heard of you even back in Riverton..." She was clearly adept to the occasion, quickly making smooth conversation with the old man and changing his opinion of her. Naturally, he was

she had certainly learned how to hold her

to admit

the woman with

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