Going up with Eden knowing she had something up her sleeve was like walking straight into a trap.


    Eden just shrugged, "Whatever, do what you want. I''m going to change."


    And with that, she turned and walked away.


    This wasn''t like Eden at all. She usually couldn''t stand ra and would never let things slide so easily. ra felt a bit uneasy, especially when she heard Jeffree''s mocking voice.


    "I don''t know what makes you think you belong at an event like this."


    Eden might have let it go, but Jeffree wasn''t about to. She stormed over, hand raised, ready to p ra.


    But ra caught her wrist mid-air, stopping the p cold.


    Jeffree was furious, and only now did she realize how strong ra really was. She couldn''t even pull free.


    "ra, let go! Or I''ll get my brother!"


    ra let her go, but Jeffree''s own force sent her stumbling back until shended on the floor with a thud. Her dress, with itsrge skirt, made the fall even more dramatic.


    Embarrassment stained Jeffree''s cheeks as she bit her lip and awkwardly got to her feet, ring daggers at ra. The whispers around them grew louder, making Jeffree feel even more humiliated.


    Her eyes searched the crowd, tears threatening to spill. "Brother, why aren''t you helping me?"


    ra looked over to see Jackson.


    Jackson, in his lightvender suit, stood out like a peacock, with Richard beside him. Jackson was ready to scold ra, but Richard stopped him with a tug on his sleeve.


    Richard chuckled, "Why meddle in women''s squabbles?"


    Jackson sensed there was more to Richard''s words. This guy always knew how to avoid drama. Taking the hint, he frowned and told Jeffree, "Deal with it yourself."


    Jeffree wasn''t Jackson''s real sister, just a distant rtive of the Dawson family. Calling him "brother" was just a way to get closer. She usually sucked up to Eden to keep her status in the social circle.


    But tonight, even Jackson wouldn''t lend a hand.


    Upstairs, Eden watched the scene unfold with a satisfied smirk. She hadn''t even gone to change her dress yet, but seeing Jeffree''s frustration was enough for now. She whispered something to a waiter nearby.


    ra decided to ignore Jeffree and moved on, searching for her target. But the dy meant they''d vanished.


    After forty minutes of searching, she still couldn''t find them. She paused when a waiter passed by, grabbed a ss of fruit wine, took a few sips, and scanned the room again.


    Suddenly, she felt eyes on her from the second floor.


    Looking up, she met Dn''s gaze.


    Everyone said Dn rarely showed up at these events, but here he was. Too far away for a chat, ra simply lifted her ss to him and finished her wine. She was here for a negotiation and needed to find her contact.


    But just ten minutester, an intense heat washed over her, so strong she felt like tearing her clothes off.