In the next moment, she heard Mason’s gentle voice. “Mnie, we’ve worked together before and can be considered old acquaintances. It must be fate now that we happen to be


    coborating with Bruce’s studio as well,”


    He raised his ss with a sincere expression. “I won’t say anything superficial, I just feel like we’re fated. Let’s have a drink.”


    Mnie looked at Mason coldly and was about to refuse. However, the man was already


    smiling at Bruce, saying, “Mr. Whitman, frankly, if Mnie doesn’t ept this toast, I’ll have to me you for it. You’re the one who encouraged me, right?”


    Bruce, who was also a bit drunk by now, waved his hand. “Well, you told me that you two already know each other.”


    The eyes of everyone at the table instantly focused on Mnie.


    Looking at the ss offered by Mason, Mnie remained silent for a moment but eventually stood up and epted it.


    However, as soon as the drink touched her lips, a strange sensation overwhelmed her. There was a faint floral scent along the rim of the ss. It was fleeting.


    Mnie’s heart sank as she recalled Mason’s despicable tactics in the past. Her expression stiffened momentarily. After a brief moment, she reigned her emotions in and suppressed


    them.


    She lowered her gaze to conceal the emotions in her eyes. There were so many people present, after all. There was no way Mason would dare try anything.


    Fortunately, Mnie felt fine till the end of the banquet. However, she still maintained vignce and was ready to leave as soon as the dinner ended.


    Before she could stand up, the door of the private room was pushed open. Vi walked in wearing a pink and white professional suit. She looked at Mason with a smile. “Mr. Gray, I’m here to take you back.”


    When she saw Mnie, a look of surprise crossed her face. “Mnie, why are you here?”


    Mason’s seat was on the inner side of the room, so Vi had to go around Mnie to get to him. Mnie was about to stand up to leave but suddenly felt her legs go weak. This was followed by a rush of heat within her body.


    Mnie froze, looking incredulously in Mason’s direction. Mason was in conversation with Vi when he felt Mnie’s gaze. He even smiled in her direction.


    The feeling of her strength draining away hit her all at once, and Mnie felt parched. She could sense the changes in her body. What made her the most ufortable was that she did not even have enough strength to stand up.


    Mnie had to try to calm herself. She reached for her phone to call Yvonne. However, for whatever reason, Yvonne did not answer.


    When Mnie finally regained her senses, everyone in the private room had already left. She breathed a sigh of relief. Her body was now covered in sweat, her throat dry and tight.


    Just as she was about to call Yvonne again, a bright voice echoed through the room. “Mnie, are you feeling unwell?”


    Mnie looked up, realizing btedly that Vi had not left yet! She quickly pieced things together in her mind and asked hoarsely, “What do you want?”


    Vi had lost weight in the past few days, and her once delicate-looking face looked somewhat sharper. A trace of resentment shed in her eyes as she replied, “What I want doesn’t matter. What matters is what he wants.”


    Before Mnie could respond, the door of the private room was pushed open again. This time, the person entering made Mnie’s pupils dte.


    It was Quentin!


    Vi looked smug at the expression on Mnie’s face. Smirking, she bent down to help Mnie and whispered in her ear, “Mnie, you’re a wretched person, so you should be treated like one!”