Among the many n present, Ana Scott’s eyes were drawn solely to Asher Land at first glance.
She curved her lips into what she considered a fairly clean and pure smile, but having struggled in this circle for years, how could her smiles remain pure?
There was an empty seat next to Asher Land, and Ana Scott slowly walked over to sit beside him.
Normally, at such gatherings, she would have already picked up her glass, mingling and laughing, but today she clearly felt very different from usual.
Even Ana Scott didn’t notice that today she was entirely imitating Sophie Smith’s deanor.
She had observed Sophie Smith, who always maintained a calm and silent deanor at dinners, sitting in a corner, not speaking unless necessary, occasionally picking up her glass for a sip.
The people at this dinner were business partners decided upon after the rebuilding of the Golden Era Consortium, as well as a few from the Golden Era Executive Offices.
However, aside from Ana Scott, all the others at the dinner were n.
Initially, almost everyone’s focus was on Asher Land, and the topics they discussed were predominantly related to business; Asher Land’s forr reputation was still quite prominent. Although Golden Era had experienced a few years of decline in the Asia Region, now with Asher Land’s return to lead, many inwardly believed without a doubt that Golden Era would rise again, thus they were naturally willing to collaborate.
In the midst of these male conversations, Ana Scott found herself unable to interject a single word; she truly couldn’t fathom why Asher Land had summoned her here this ti.
Since she entered the room, Asher Land’s gaze hadn’t lingered on her for more than two seconds; he didn’t appear to harbor any romantic interest toward her. Given that, why did he instruct his secretary to call her here?
Taking advantage of the mont when everyone’s attention shifted away from Asher Land, Ana Scott quietly lifted her wine glass and spoke softly.
"Hello, President Land, I am Ana Scott."
Asher Land picked up his wine glass, a faint, enigmatic smile curving at his lips.
"I know."
Of course, he would know a woman who gets bullied.
His words, ’I know,’ absolutely thrilled Ana Scott.
The smile on her lips was unmistakable.
"President Land, the gentleman beside you is..."
Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a sly look began to scrutinize Ana Scott.
Finally, soone was focusing their attention on this woman, otherwise, Asher Land might have thought it was pointless to have called her over.
"President Hughes, you’re really uninford. This is Ana Scott, currently the most popular star in the entertainnt industry."
Ana Scott was taken aback; was this how Asher Land described her? It truly made her feel flattered.
"Oh, no wonder." President Hughes chuckled awkwardly twice, "She’s indeed quite beautiful."
"Thank you, President Hughes." Ana Scott bead, unable to maintain her deliberately dignified composure, revealing a bit of her true self all at once.
"Miss Scott, since President Hughes holds you in such high regard, you shouldn’t disappoint his admiration. Go over and have a few drinks with him."
As soon as Asher Land spoke, a Golden Era executive by President Hughes’ side imdiately stood up, offering his seat.
Ana Scott found herself in a bind; what did this an now?
Was Asher Land actually asking her to accompany another man?
"What’s the matter? Miss Scott, you’re not willing?" Asher Land played with the wine glass in his hand, gently swirling the liquid inside.
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