Guests gathered in the lobby of Star Royale Hotel, toasting and exchanging drinks.
Ryker gently held Aylin's hand, facing the curious gazes around them. He whispered to Aylin with a bright and charming smile, "Aylin, there are quite a few beautiful fine jewelry pieces today. Be sure to tell me what kind of style you like."
Aylin smiled playfully, "What, are you going to give me fine jewelry? Well, that's not-"
Before the words had even fallen, an untimely male voice interjected.
A well-dressed middle-aged man approached, "Excuse me, Mr. Orozco, the organizer has some matters of collaboration they'd like to discuss with you."
Ryker recognized the person in charge of the organizer, slightly turning around, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, "Does it have to be right now?"
The middle-aged man nodded, "Yes, the organizer wants it. I'm just the messenger."