Jamie was an old friend of Sandra''s husband. Her family had struck it rich from a real estate buyout, and as a spoiled only child, she waspletely out of control, constantly dreaming of stardom.


    In reality, neither Jamie''s looks nor her talent met thepany''s standards for a contract.


    But Sandra, feeling nostalgic, couldn''t bring herself to refuse an old friend, so she reluctantly signed her and asionally threw some work her way.


    The friends Jamie brought along were just like her-spoiled trust-fund kids. Yvonne barely knew any of them.


    Actually, she had met Kevin White once before. He was the younger brother of Noah''s wife.


    Sandra and Yvonne exchanged polite greetings with them. The men were superficially courteous to Sandra but were obviously far more interested in Yvonne. Kevin, in particr, couldn''t seem to take his eyes off her.


    It was amon affliction among the trust-fund set-they yed with everything, women included. It was clear they were out looking for trouble tonight.


    The entertainmentpany had plenty of female artists, and the men had obviously set their sights on them.


    Sandra noticed too, and her expression soured.


    Yvonne handed Sandra a ss of champagne and whispered, "We should probably cut ties with this ''superstar'' Jamie sooner rather thanter, before she causes us real trouble."


    "I know," Sandra nodded in agreement.


    After that, Jamie''s childhood friends started hitting on the other female artists from thepany, while Kevin made a beeline for Yvonne, trying to get her number or challenge her to a drinking contest.


    Yvonne gave him the cold shoulder and joined the other women from herpany on the dance floor.


    The bar was dimly lit, and the shing, colorful lights caught the sequins on Yvonne''s dress, making her sparkle. Her slender waist moved to the pulsating beat of the music, exuding a sultry, captivating energy.


    Meanwhile, in a semi-private booth on the second floor...


    Bet was chatting with a friend.


    He wasn''t in uniform today. Lounging casually on the sofa, he idly fiddled with an exquisite gold lighter, giving him the rare air of a carefree yboy.


    The booth offered a perfect vantage point, with a clear view of everything below, including the girl on the


    eel


    dance floor who effortlessly stood from the crowd


    "So, this is why Mr. Bet Thompson is gracing a ce like a bar with his presence. Turns out you''re here with your girlfriend," said the man across from him-Bet''s childhood friend, the renownedwyer Charles Sanchez.


    They were both usually swamped with work and rarely saw each other except for holidays.


    When Charles had asked him out for a drink today, Bet had specifically chosen this bar.


    "It''s herpany''s team-building event. When it''s over, I can drive her home," Bet replied, swirling the wine in his ss, his eyes never leaving Yvonne.


    "So invested. Looks like you''re serious about her. When do I get to toast at your wedding? You got me a great gift when I got married and I stiff owe you one content


    Charles took a sip of his drink and added with a smile.


    "She''s still young. No rush. But I''ll hold you to that gift," Bet said, sipping his red wine, his smiling gaze fixed on Yvonne.


    Yvonne was incredibly perceptive. Sensing someone''s eyes on her, she instinctively nced up.


    But the bar was cleverly designed; from the second-floor booth, one could see everything below, but from the ground floor, looking up revealed only darkness.


    And Bet wasn''t the only one watching.


    Kevin and his friends were also staring intently at Yvonne.


    "Well, this is a rare sight. A woman actually giving Mr. White the cold shoulder," Mr. Turner said, pping Kevin on the shoulder with a teasing smirk.