Mia Lane didn’t consult Justin Kingston about this matter because she felt there was no issue at all, "Of course, let’s hurry and eat, then leave right after."
"Okay, thank you, President Lane."
In fact, Barbara Sutton was still unable to move on, unable to face reality. Whenever she heard Hailey Hale’s na, her mind would take a detour before she thought of Finn Morgan, making her feel sad for a mont.
Perhaps he and Hailey Hale are just friends?
Even though Barbara herself didn’t believe this anymore, she still held onto a glimr of hope...
Because the chances of her liking soone else were slim.
Once she liked soone, she didn’t want to miss the opportunity.
The dinner atmosphere was very pleasant. This was everyone’s first dinner with CEO Kingston, and it was certainly an honor.
Justin Kingston was not the least bit aloof. He put away his coldness and loftiness, appearing more like a neighborly brother.
After dinner.
Justin personally arranged a karaoke room for them and escorted everyone in.
The atmosphere inside was quite lively, with over a dozen top-grade waiters at their service. Everyone was excited; it was the first ti they enjoyed such treatnt.
Then Barbara Sutton followed Justin Kingston and Mia Lane out of the club.
When Justin opened the car’s passenger door, he noticed Barbara for the first ti and couldn’t help feeling puzzled.
Mia quickly explained, "Bringing her along to visit Hailey."
Justin nodded and didn’t say much.
And Barbara was in a state of unease, perhaps due to CEO Kingston’s commanding aura; it was her first ti being so close to him.
Mia opened the back seat door for her, "Get in, Barbara."
"Thank you, President Lane." Barbara stepped into the car, and Mia followed, sitting beside her.
This detail made Justin think his wife was very kind and considerate of others’ feelings.
But Barbara remained tense, unable to be at ease, not even daring to breathe deeply.
The car soon started and headed towards Celestial Heights.
The Lamborghini was grand and luxurious; even on TV, Barbara had never seen such an imposing car. A film crew likely couldn’t even afford to rent one; it was a symbol of status and power.
She gazed out the window, her thoughts drifting far away—
Monica was once so close to CEO Kingston, just a step away from being in Mrs. Kingston’s place; how could she have been content?
And yet she found herself fond of Finn Morgan, who was just a personal assistant to the CEO, and she couldn’t possibly feel satisfied either.
The Sovereign Club.
The designers were having a blast, with neon lights and the sound system on par with a live concert.
One by one, they called for designated drivers, sipping so fine whiskey. So were playing drinking gas, others singing passionately, and so playing truth or dare.
The hundreds of thousands per bottle whiskey beca the night’s most delightful enjoynt for everyone.
Suddenly, one designer’s phone rang. She took out her phone and said, "Excuse , I have to take this call," and left the private room.
Once the door was closed, it was much quieter outside; the soundproofing was impressive.
Not far behind her, an executive from R-Alan happened to pass by and heard her say—
"Hey, honey, didn’t I tell you? Our company is having a big designer gathering tonight. CEO Kingston is hosting, and with such a great opportunity, how can I not stay longer to enjoy it?"
The R-Alan executive stopped in his tracks, his gaze falling on her.
CEO Kingston?
Designer gathering?
The female designer spoke in a gentle tone, "Oh dear, today you’ll have to help our son with his howork. I’ll screenshot it and send it to you on WeChat, okay, bye-bye!"
She hung up the phone and turned back to the private room.
The man’s gaze lingered on her figure. As the door opened, he saw many people inside having fun.
When the door closed, it blocked all the sounds from within.
He pondered for a mont, then moved forward, picking up his phone to dial Lydia Ingram’s number and reported in a serious tone, "President Ingram, the Kingston Group’s design team is back. They’re currently celebrating at The Sovereign Club."
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