Meanwhile, a force was pulling the door from the inside just as I was about to peek in. A waiter blocked my view.


    This ce pays great attention to guest privacy.


    The waiter said, "Hello, are you a friend of Mr. Wilde?"


    The name was unfamiliar to me.


    I had no choice but to shake my head. "No, I must have gone to the wrong room."


    As I turned to leave, it felt like someone was staring at me intensely, making me feel uneasy.


    When I nced back, the door to the private room was already closed tightly.N?velD(ram)a.?rg owns this content.


    Back in the room, Jane had already ordered the food. "Take a look, is there anything you want to eat?"


    "I''m not picky. Just order what you want."


    Thinking about what happened earlier, I was somewhat preupied.


    It wasn''t someone I knew, but what they talked about sounded very much like something that happened


    to me.


    It almost felt like a perfect fit.


    But I had never heard of someone called Mr. Wilde being close to Ryan.


    Jane noticed something was off and leaned close to my ear. "What are you thinking about?"


    "Nothing." I smiled gently.


    Now wasn''t the time to discuss these matters.


    Fortunately, the atmosphere in the private room was lively and harmonious, and it soon helped me shake off myplicated thoughts.


    Austin Joseph, who was our designer, stood up and raised his ss to me and Jane. Shyly, he said, "Ms. Wilson, Miss Greenwood, I''m very happy to join the Charlotte Jewelry. Thank you, thank you for willing to hire me!"


    Among the new employees, he was the eldest.


    He had graduated nearly ten years ago and had achieved little. It wasn''t because hecked ability but because he preferred to follow his own aesthetic rather than cater to the market.


    Naturally, thepany wasn''t willing to gamble on a neer designer without a track record.


    As a result, his works had never been sessfullyunched, and finding a job became increasingly difficult.


    But when I saw the portfolio attached to his resume that day, I was impressed. It was a bit of a gamble, but I decided to give him a chance.


    I raised my ss. "You''re too kind. Everyone here got in based on their own abilities, the Charlotte


    Jewelry is also honored to be chosen by you."


    "Exactly."


    Jane also raised her ss and clinked it with mine. "Sit down quick. Tonight, everyone can eat, drink, and have a good time."


    Her words immediately set them all at ease, and one by one, they came toasting to us.


    After I had had a couple of drinks, Jack, who was sitting beside me, smiled and raised his ss, speaking gently and gracefully:


    "Ms. Wilson can''t handle much alcohol, so I''ll drink the rest for her."


    "Wow!" Jane led the cheers.


    Megan also pped and cheered, "Mr. Renolds, you''re so manly!"


    I wanted to refuse, but Jack disagreed. "You know your own tolerance, don''t you? Besides, you''ve been busytely. If you drink too much, how will you manage work tomorrow?" "Alright then."


    I felt a bit warm inside and appreciated his thoughtfulness. I advised, "Just don''t overdo it yourself."


    His eyes sparkled as he responded softly, "Okay, I''ll keep track."


    With him drinking on my behalf and his seemingly good temper, everyone was eager to join in.


    Jane gave me a suggestive nce and whispered, "Be careful. You''ll have to send Jack home tonight."


    I admired her quick thinking and chuckled, "If I need to, I will."


    Jack always knew how to handle these matters.


    Even if it''s just the two of us, there''s no need to worry.


    However, before Jack started drinking, my phone rang first.


    It was Mr. White calling.


    I stepped outside to answer. "Mr. White, what''s the matter?"