The hotel manager was just ackey of the Sharp family.


    Normally, Drake would never tolerate such actions.


    "Debra is there. If we make a scene, she might me me for ruining her n," Drake replied, ncing at his watch.


    It was eight o''clock. At thetest, the party would end by 11.


    He ordered, "Keep your people on watch. If anything happens inside, have them rush in immediately. If anyone suspicious enters, send them in. If no one''s out by 11, smash the hotel."


    "Yes, boss."


    At the hotel, the socialites walked the red carpet, attracting reporters to snap pictures.


    Such parties always made it to newspapers and magazines and might even show up on international news.


    Debra, in her mermaid gown, was the center of attention. Liza realized that everyone else was wearing ck gowns, while only Debra stood out.


    Liza whispered, "You''re the lucky dog, the star among us."


    "Star? I don''t think so," Debra replied.


    "Anyway, lucky you. You''re the woman of the hour," Liza muttered, regretting not epting Debra''s proposal of switching dresses earlier in the afternoon. "I wonder who the designer is this time. The design is great, but it feels different from the usual style."


    Her gaze never left those socialites in the hall.


    Debra said, "White and ck symbolize the sh of light and darkness. Obviously, the light is the weaker side."


    She was the only one in a white gown, going against the dark sea.


    By now, everyone had entered the venue.


    "Wee to the Mystery Lady G, hosted by the Sunshine brand. Tonight this is our field Ladies, let''s


    enjoy ourselves," announced the host.


    Her voice echoed from every direction, amplified by speakers set up in mid-air. The once-dark second floor was suddenly illuminated.. Rows of seats appeared, upied by people wearing white masks and ck cloaks. Their faces were hidden, and they exuded unsettling pressure.


    "What the hell? It''s making everyone feel ufortable."


    "Seriously, are wemodities? What kind of look is that?"


    The whispers of discontent spread among the socialites. They had been born into


    privilege. No one had ever surveyed them like that.


    Liza had the same feeling. Her whole body went tense. "What are they doing? I feel so ufortable."


    Debra calmly said, "Ufortable?


    That''s because we''re on the first


    floor, and they''re on the second Theyre looking at us througholenses, like we''re merchandise."


    Once they entered, all the reporters disappeared. No one knew what was happening inside.


    Debra had long known that the Lowe family hosted such parties every month to win over business owners, but this event felt different.