At this mont, a man in a light blue suit happened to walk past the two.
Marshall Quinn pulled Sumr Sutton aside, pointing enthusiastically at the man to introduce him, "Look, that’s the lazy heir of Shining Sky!"
His volu wasn’t low, and the man passing by obviously heard it.
Glancing in the direction of Marshall Quinn and Sumr Sutton, the man shot them a sharp look.
Getting caught talking behind soone’s back, Sumr Sutton felt particularly awkward.
She tugged at Marshall Quinn’s clothes and softly reminded him, "Mind the company’s image!"
"Oh, my bad! My bad!" Marshall Quinn, prompted by her, suddenly realized that their presence here today represented Morningview Group, and their every word and action directly impacted the company’s image.
Marshall Quinn quickly corrected himself, looking seriously at the man in front, he rephrased his earlier comnt, "Look, that’s the handso, charming, dashing heir of Shining Sky, admired by all!"
His volu was still not low, and the man in front naturally heard it too.
Anyone could tell that Marshall Quinn was being sycophantic.
Unexpectedly, the man in the light blue suit calmly passed by the two, and as he did, casually tossed them a phrase, "Good taste!"
Sumr Sutton, "..."
Marshall Quinn, "..."
Marshall Quinn was taken aback, stunned for a while, inwardly cursing him.
Damn, what a shaless guy!
However, aside from being shaless, Alexander Winslow left an impression on Marshall Quinn: this heir was quite different from other rich kids!
Where’s the promised aloofness of the rich second generation?
Alexander Winslow had already walked away, and Marshall Quinn watched him at a distance as he took a drink, then pulled Sumr Sutton to the side and continued talking about him.
"Look at him, you can tell at a glance he’s a spoiled rich kid! This appearance in the country was probably forced by his dad from the United Kingdom."
Sumr Sutton felt she was quite gossipy tonight but didn’t expect Marshall Quinn to be even more so.
The two of them were here tonight for socializing, yet ever since they arrived, they had been gossiping the whole ti.
"Let him be a spoiled rich kid! It’s not like anyone from your family has to marry him." Sumr Sutton was speechless at Marshall Quinn, patting his shoulder, hinting for him to acknowledge a middle-aged man smiling at him from not far away.
The man was a client of Morningview Group, a Frenchman, whom Marshall Quinn had t a few tis before with Adrian Walyon.
Marshall Quinn snapped back to reality, pulled Sumr Sutton over, and greeted him, "Mr. Berry, it’s a pleasure to et you here! This is Mrs. Sumr Sutton, wife of our Morningview Group President, Young Master Walyon!"
After that, the three of them started chatting.
There were many people present, gathered in small groups discussing business or laughing and chatting, creating a lively atmosphere.
Without knowing how much ti had passed, the bustling chatter suddenly quieted down, as if so big shot had appeared.
Sumr Sutton didn’t know what was happening and slowly turned her face.
In the center of the hall, the originally scattered crowd spontaneously made way.
Under the orange lights, two figures slowly ca into view.
The man walking in front had impeccably exquisite facial features, his dark eyes deep, serene, and as profound as the sea.
His face was adorned with a small, exquisite silver mask, covering everything above his nose.
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