Chapter 161
A single sentence sparked a wave of confusion, and I couldn’t help but get curious
too.
Who could it be that’s got Timothy and Sean waiting on them?
“You’ll see in a bit,” Sean explained to Timothy. “This is a client of our gallery, you guys actually met them last time.”
Met before?
I frowned slightly, a bad feeling washing over me in an instant.
Just then, a waiter suddenly came over with a message, “Mr. Abbott. Mr. Zade has arrived at the entrance.”
Mr. Zade?
I nervously chewed on those words, my mind reeling.
Looking up. I caught sight of Hogan and Cecilia walking in through the main
entrance.
Hogan was dressed in a dark suit with gold patterns, paired with a royal blue bow tie. looking understated yet lavish.
Cecilia, standing by his side, wore a modernized version of a ruffled dress complemented by a fox fur shawl, looking graceful and charming.
Had I not seen it with my own eyes, I would’ve thought I was hallucinating.
But wasn’t Hogan trying to mess up Shirley’s marriage alliance with Sean? Showing up like this was practically screaming “I’ve got something up my sleeve‘!
Could it be that he also got wind of the rumor that FreeMan might show up at tonight’s retro themed party?
Thinking this, I clenched my palm, and just as my gaze landed on the man’s face, I caught those unfathomable eyes.
After a brief two–second eye contact, Hogan emotionlessly shifted his gaze away.
But Sean was more proactive than I expected, introducing them with fanfare, “This is Mr. Hogan Zade, the head honcho of Rainbow Capital, and with him is Ms. Irwin. They are honored guests I’ve invited, please give them a warm welcome.”
It all felt like a dream.
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Chapter 161
Like Hogan said, getting the intel he wanted was never a big deal.
Just like how he could stand before us without a fuss, but for some reason, I felt a
tad panicky.
Hogan always walked the talk, and I had a hunch that tonight’s party would not go without a hitch.
Some folks always end up in the seat of honor, no matter the scene. Sure enough, Hogan and Cecilia were seated at the prime spot by Sean.
Timothy and I were seated on the other side of Sean.
Compared to Sean’s enthusiasm, Timothy seemed nonchalant, lifting his glass in greeting, “Mr. Zade, if I’d known the VIP guest were you, I would’ve made sure to spruce myself up.”
He had a youthful look, with peachy eyes that were naturally inviting, never giving off a cold vibe even when he wasn’t smiling. But right then, I sensed a hint of provocation in Timothy’s words.
I guessed he was sticking up for me.
Hogan, unfazed, casually nodded with his glass, keeping it short and sweet, “Mr. Temple, you are too kind.”
The two men drained their glasses as if it was all prearranged.
Cecilia wasn’t about to be outdone, raising her juice towards me, “Xaviera, here’s to
you.”
This cozy vibe lasted until half an hour later.
Rich kids couldn’t be satisfied with just drinking; no surprise, after a few rounds, someone suggested playing Truth or Dare.
It was an old–school game, but everyone present seemed to be up for it.
I had no choice but to buck up and join in, all the while keeping a close eye on everyone there.
But wouldn’t you know it, just my luck, the bottle spun twice and somehow, inexplicably, pointed right at me.
The bottle spinner was the same dude who’d greeted me earlier.
He glanced at me, then at Timothy, grinning. “Truth time, Xaviera. How would you rate Timothy’s kissing skills?”
