Not long after, the entire socialite circle was abuzz.
In an instant, Coralie Hughes, who was last season’s top socialite, fell from grace and beca a disgraced madwoman.
The drastic change drew sighs of sympathy from everyone.
The socialites who usually tried hard to curry favor with Coralie gathered to discuss the matter with great interest.
Normally, they reveled in kicking soone when they were down, let alone with Coralie, who never paid them any attention.
However, Sumr Monroe and Damian Knight had no ti for Coralie’s downfall. After dinner, Damian was busy handling business on his computer, while Sumr was preparing the invitation list for Henry Stanton’s funeral, as well as the seating arrangents for the funeral banquet.
It’s not that she had nothing better to do; she wanted to take this opportunity to see Henry Stanton’s connections.
As they say, you don’t know until you see it with your own eyes. Even though she despised Henry Stanton, she was shocked by his network after seeing the list he sent over.
As they say, you don’t know until you see it with your own eyes. Even though she despised Henry Stanton, she was shocked by his network after seeing the list he sent over.
Besides the four major families at the top of Crestfall, Henry Stanton seed to know influential figures in every industry.
Sumr Monroe clicked her tongue, realizing she had underestimated Henry Stanton.
As Sumr continued to browse the list, her gaze fell upon "Mason Monroe," and her eyes turned dark.
Coralie Hughes was in such a state because of her, and Mason Monroe certainly wouldn’t let her off the hook.
If nothing unexpected happens, there might be trouble at the funeral banquet.
Soon, it was late at night.
Just as Sumr finished arranging the seating, a long shadow suddenly lood over her desk.
Startled, Sumr turned abruptly, and when she saw Damian Knight’s face, she rembered that there was another person in the room.
Unbeknownst to her, several hours had passed, and she had forgotten Damian was there.
Why was Damian still here at this hour? Did he really intend to sleep with her?
Sumr stretched her slightly sore wrists, stood up, and asked Damian, "Aren’t you leaving?"
Damian had an expression of knowing all along, and without answering her question, he asked directly, "Are you going to bathe first, or should I?"
Sumr inexplicably felt a wave of heat rise to her cheeks, painting them with a blush.
She made one last attempt, asking, "Are you really planning to stay the night?"
Damian turned directly, heading towards the bathroom, while saying, "I’ll go first then. Help find a set of pajamas and a towel..."
"I’m not going," Sumr said, pursing her lips. "There are no extra clothes or towels in the house."
"Oh." Damian glanced back at her and said, "Then I’ll use yours."
"I’ll go find them for you right now!" Sumr said, and with that, she stepped out of the room.
Watching Sumr’s hurried retreating figure, Damian raised an eyebrow like a sly fox, with a clearly smug expression.
Shortly after, Sumr returned with a brand new set of pajamas and toiletries.
The clothes were ones Henry Stanton had bought but never worn, and there was no shortage of toiletries at ho.
Sumr pushed open the room door, only to find that Damian had already started showering.
If he didn’t wait for her, how was she supposed to give him the things?
After much consideration, Sumr finally decided to take the items to the bathroom door.
Through the frosted glass of the bathroom, Sumr could vaguely see Damian’s tall figure.
The sound of water flowing combined with the mist of hot water emanating brought another wave of heat back to Sumr’s face.
It felt like an eternity had passed. Sumr finally steeled herself, ready to knock on the frosted door of the bathroom.
However, before her hand could reach the door, it swung open from the inside.
The sudden opening of the door startled Sumr, and she quickly closed her eyes.
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