The eting location with the head of the Golden Era Consortium this ti was a private entertainnt club with high confidentiality.
The driver drove the car to the underground parking lot. Once the car was parked, Sophie Smith got out with a few accompanying actresses.
Eva Miller clung to her arm, chatting and laughing along the way. Sophie felt inexplicably cheerful and joined in the laughter.
Suddenly, her smile froze for a mont, and she ca to a halt,
"Sophie, what’s wrong?" Eva asked, puzzled, noticing her gaze fall on a black stretch Rolls-Royce not far away.
"Is there sothing strange about this car?" Eva asked, confused.
"Oh, no, nothing..." Sophie reined in her emotions, her fingers couldn’t stop trembling. She looked at the license plate; this was clearly the car she encountered last night. She originally thought Irene Morton was in that car...
If tonight the head of Golden Era really was Asher Land...
She felt as if her heart was in her throat, about to leap out.
She clutched her chest, trying to restore so calmness.
The waiter ca out to greet them and led them toward a private room.
This private club had complete entertainnt facilities. Most of the people gathering here were affluent and noble, playboys and the like. The presence of celebrities was nothing out of the ordinary, as there were always celebrities accompanying them.
The waiter openly led them to a certain VIP room. Wherever they went, so n openly cast bold glances at them.
"Not bad, indeed quite pretty. I wonder which big boss ordered them," a frivolous male voice sounded as Sophie passed by. She noticed he was eyeing her maliciously.
Sophie instinctively shifted her body to the side, successfully avoiding him.
After passing through a wide, brightly lit corridor, the waiter had already led them to the door of the private room.
Sophie couldn’t contain her excitent. As she stood at the door, she couldn’t help but grip Eva Miller’s arm tightly.
"Sophie, what are you doing? Relax a bit..." Eva shook her head, not knowing what was wrong with her.
The private room door opened, and Sophie’s gaze wandered inside, searching...
She did not see the figure she wanted to see, the face she had longed for that would appear before her. She did not see it.
The feeling was as if she had suddenly fallen from the clouds, crashing heavily to the ground, covered in a layer of mud.
Eva cautiously turned her head, noticing Sophie’s face looked terrible, guessing she was in no mood for socializing. She probably wanted to turn around and leave right then.
"Sophie, listen to . No matter what, let’s handle this social obligation first. If you leave now, the head of the Golden Era Consortium might feel slighted, and if it gets to Sister Sunny, it’ll be difficult for her too," Eva analyzed sensibly.
"Don’t worry, I won’t." Sophie forced a helpless smile. Sunny was good to her, so how could she make things difficult for her?
Sophie and Eva stepped into the private room together. There were a total of six artists from their company, and the head of the Golden Era Consortium had five people, three n and two won, all appearing to be sowhat older, the n in their forties, and the won seemingly in their thirties.
Sophie had just sat down when a deep middle-aged male voice sounded.
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