The gentle jazz music continued to flow in the banquet hall.
The "Mystery Box" segnt on the main stage was already set up.
One by one, the mystery boxes were piled in a specially arranged area, waiting to be opened.
Xu Qing stood there, staring with large dark eyes in the direction of the bar area.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a
What is happening?
All she did was help Jing with so "backroom dealings," secretly putting the gift Tang Song prepared into the "must-choose area."
But upon returning, it was as if the atmosphere had flipped the script.
Guests who originally hadn’t noticed any movent in this direction now sensed a strange silence and stopped their actions, walking over quickly.
The noise gradually quieted down.
The frozen atmosphere, like an invisible layer of ice, began spreading from the corner of the bar across the entire venue.
Conrad llon, always filled with a Wall Street elite aura of elegance and arrogance, looked pale at this mont, with sweat mixed with hair gel sliding down his rigid cheeks.
The hand holding his wine glass was uncontrollably trembling slightly.
Beside him, ng Chuan completely lost composure, staring open-mouthed in the direction of Tang Song and the others as if seeing sothing incredibly unbelievable.
Further out, including Qin Hua, Tian Chengye, Ni Qingli, Lin Jingming, and others.
Whether wearing masks or taking them off, they were frozen in place as if under a spell.
Her gaze, as if drawn by a powerful force, was jumping between the blonde beauty and the always calm Tang Song, filled with awe, curiosity, and fear.
Anne ca to a gentle stop in front of Tang Song.
Because she deliberately wore high heels, she should physically be at eye level.
But at that mont, she clearly felt a sense of being looked down upon—a gaze originating from instinct, from the top of the power structure, wrapping her from top to bottom.
The familiar "loss of control" that had appeared countless tis near Tang Song rose uncontrollably once again in her heart.
She clenched her teeth, a complex light flashing in her ice-blue eyes.
This hateful man! He really didn’t co over to coax her! Not even once!
Heaven knows, Anne Kate in Manhattan, in London, in any top social scene, is the most sought-after Alpha Queen!
Compared to the beautiful and rich girl Tian Jing from this small place, she felt she deserved such "honor."
The pride belonging to an Alpha who doesn’t want to fully lower her head made her et his gaze for two seconds.
But only for those two seconds; she quickly looked away.
Seemingly feeling a loss of face, Anne suddenly took a step forward and gave Tang Song a passionate and forceful hug.
Her voice carried a few notes of pretended affection and playful coyness, "Alright, darling, I’m here, is there anything you need?"
Tang Song didn’t praise or console, simply looking at her calmly and said lightly, "Sit down."
Jing’s friends in the banquet hall exchanged glances.
It’s important to rember this is Tian Jing’s birthday party.
An on-the-spot hug? Plus the addition of "darling"?
If it were soone else, they would have been ridiculed, but this woman’s identity is mysterious, her aura too strong, and she’s also a foreigner.
Thus, they had no choice but to tuck their confusion away and forcefully interpret it as "foreigners express themselves differently."
Of course, more crucially, they dared not voice any opinions.
Even Tian Chengye didn’t focus his attention on the "Tang Song being hugged by another woman" issue.
His gaze was circulating among Tang Song, Zheng Qiudong, Wu Kezhi, Anne and others, his expression changing unpredictably.
He certainly knew Zheng Qiudong, a top figure in business IP operations.
And the others were clearly more influential than he imagined.
Especially Ms. Kate, she should be the "Kate" he was aware of.
Then what about Tang Song?
Not to ntion why he knows such people, just the nearly "commanding" tone he displayed earlier, and Ms. Kate’s compliance, was already puzzling enough.
Things have already far exceeded his understanding.
He even felt like he was dreaming today.
Under the watchful eyes, Anne slowly let go of Tang Song.
Her gaze shifted to the sowhat dazed and bewildered Jing.
Her body leaned forward slightly, and this motion perfectly used her tall and ample figure to obstruct everyone else’s view, forming a small space full of pressure.
In that angle visible only to Jing and a few around her.
Anne looked down at her, a sweet yet threatening smile slowly curved on her lips.
The full, snow-white E-cup was almost pressing against Jing’s face, exerting the most direct physical advantage belonging to a top female.
Then, she spoke in slightly awkward but exceptionally clear Chinese.
Word by word, she said, "Hello, Tian Jing. I am, Anne Kate. You can call Sister Anne."
The word "sister" she emphasized heavily.
After the reactions from ng Chuan, Conrad llon, and others just now, her montum was at a high.
Cold gaze, an aura full of pressure.
As if carrying out a silent "interrogation" and "bullying" against Jing.
Anne watched this sweet and obedient "little girl" playfully, waiting for an interesting reaction from her.
Luo Bin, Wu Kezhi, Mo Xiangwan, and others instinctively shifted their gaze, seemingly surveying the surrounding environnt.
Zheng Qiudong’s eyes flickered with concern in his heart.
This "partner" he chose was fundantally a delicate flower growing in a greenhouse.
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