The Salvador Hotel was hosting the cocktail party at 7:00 p.m.


    Right after the business conference, the bigwigs and elites of Savrow’s business scene hurried to the


    hotel to join in on the


    festivities.


    Be sped through the streets in her ck Bugatti, with Arnold in the


    passenger seat. He clung to the car door tightly with his gaze fixed


    ahead, too afraid to utter a single word during the journey. He feared


    that if he opened his mouth, hisst meal woulde out of it.


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    As they arrived at the hotel, Be expertly maneuvered her car into a


    parking spot, smoothly drifting into ce.


    “Get out,” Be instructed as she unbuckled her seatbelt.


    But Arnold remained motionless, his face pale as a sheet of paper.


    Be blinked her almond-shaped eyes and waved her hand in front of him. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are


    you scared?”


    “I… Feel like… I’m going to… Throw up.” Arnold managed to stammer out those words. His face turned


    purple, and his body felt strange.


    “Oh!” Be eximed before promptly kicking him out with one foot. ” If you’re going to puke, do it


    outside! Don’t you dare puke in my car!”


    The moment Arnold opened the car door, he couldn’t hold it in any longer and vomited. As a young


    master from a prestigious family, this marked his first time experiencing such an embarrassing moment.


    Fortunately, Asher wasn’t around. Otherwise, Arnold would have died


    of embarrassment. After emptying his stomach, Arnold weakly Meaned against the car door, panting


    heavily. He shot Be a re.” Are all Thompsons insane? Why would you drive like you’re flying a


    ne?”


    “Look at you. Who would have thought a grown man like you would be carsick?” Be remarked,


    shaking her head with crossed arms. My driving skills are top-notch, like a pro racer. If you can’t handle


    this, that’s on you.”


    With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing some consideration.


    Arnold rinsed his mouth and drank water, taking some time to calm


    down.


    “Hey, don’t forget what you promised me.”


    “I won’t forget.” Be looked at him with a fake smile and said, “Cure Justin, and I’ll set up a meeting


    with Dr. Brown for you. I always keep


    my promises.”


    If Arnold were to discover that the woman standing before him and


    manipting him like a puppet was none other than his idol, Dr.


    Brown, he might feel utterly betrayed.


    Just then, a ck Bentley drove past them, catching Be’s attention.


    The license te seemed oddly familiar to her.


    The Bentley was parked not far away, and the driver got out to open


    the door.


    The two people who stepped out of it were very familiar to Be. It


    ”


    was none other than her second uncle, Cameron, and her cousin, Cecily.


    “Dad, how do I look tonight?” Cecily asked her father eagerly.


    Cecily wore a pink off-the-shoulder evening gown and clutched a silver handbag studded with


    diamonds. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders, exuding elegance and beauty.


    However, Be could tell at a nce that Cecily’s dress was an imitation. There was no way that a


    famous designer brand would ever lend a genuine dress to a so-called “heiress” with neither influence


    nor social status. Wouldn’t that be self-sabotage?


    Cameron praised his daughter without hesitation. “You look absolutely fabulous! My Cecily is truly


    stunning! Tonight, you will definitely be the center of attention!”


    Cecily hadn’t even stepped inside yet, but she was already bubbling with excitement.