"Pfft... Impossible, impossible. Mr. Lucas is Mr. Lucas's younger generation; how could he take a liking to that kind of woman? She probably thinks too highly of herself, creating her own hype!"
"Hmph, it must be... That woman has been kept by so many men; she's not worthy of entering Mr. Lucas's sight."
"Alas, who knows? In any case, I feel sorry for my brother..."
As everyone was discussing fervently, the lights in the banquet hall suddenly went out.
The next instant, a bright white light shone down from the ceiling.
The white light fell on the staircase, following the host of the banquet, Mr. Wellington's figure.
Under the white glow, the charming man in a black tailored suit was escorting Lily Gray, who was wearing a floor-length sky-blue dress, downstairs.
The whole room darkened, and the two of them became the center of attention.
Under everyone's gaze, Lily Gray held Dylan Wellington's arm, walking step by step down the staircase.