Chapter 84


    The second J entered the banquet hall, she felt like she had stepped foot inside a movie about the


    rich and powerful.


    It was already dark out, but the brightly lit hall was even livelier than a sunny room.


    But there was more to it than she thought. Everyone seemed to be hell-bent on meeting some invisible


    goal, hopping from table to table and exchanging tactful greetings.


    Ethan stopped a waiter and took a ss of red wine for himself and a ss of orange juice from his


    tray.


    He handed the orange juice to J. "What are you looking at?"


    Following the woman''s gaze, he saw that she was staring at several independent designers in a


    huddle, chattering happily.


    "Wow! I can''t believe the Larson Group actually invited those design masters. They''re constants at


    international fashion shows. I didn''t think I''d see them here." J sipped at her orange juice


    absentmindedly, her eyes filled with shock and awe.


    "Why don''t you go and say hi?" Ethan put his hand on her back and took another sip of wine, looking


    rxed and at home.


    J burst intoughter. "I''m just a nobody from the Larson Group. I haven''t even been regrized


    yet. How could I possibly talk to those masters?"


    Ethan casually put down his ss and nced at Garrett from across the room.


    Garrett caught his gaze and immediately sprang into action. As if he had just received an urgent order,


    he deserted the crowd he had been talking to and walked towards Ethan.


    "Lind." J turned around to see Garrett in a white suit standing behind her.


    What was he doing here?


    Wasn''t he trying to avoid her? Why did he take the initiative to talk to her here?


    "Good evening, Mr. Harding." J smiled awkwardly and tilted her head slightly.


    ncing at Ethan''s face carefully from time to time, Garrett broke into a big smile and told J, "Mr.


    Larson told me to take care of you tonight. Are you free? The Larson Group has invited some well-


    known designers here. Do you want to meet them?"


    J''s jaw dropped to the floor in shock, as though she was just informed that she had won the lottery.


    "What—? Can I? Mr. Harding, are you sure? I''m just a nobody—"


    "Of course. Mr. Larson needed to deal with some things tonight, so he told me to introduce you to the


    top designers in your field. They seldome back. They all just happen to be here this time because


    of a fashion show. It''s a rare opportunity to meet them all in one ce." Garrett pushed his sses up


    his nose and smiled politely.


    J pursed her lips, her eyes blinking a lot more than usual. Whenever she was nervous, this was


    her body''s physical response.


    She looked at Ethan, who nodded at her encouragingly.


    "Okay then." She pinched herself to make sure she wasn''t dreaming.


    She followed Garrett to the group of designers. Garrett cleared his throat and said, "Sorry to disturb


    you, everyone. Allow me to introduce to you our newest and most promising designer, Lind."


    What was ha doing hara?


    Wasn''t ha trying to avoid har? Why did ha taka tha initiativa to talk to har hara?


    "Good avaning, Mr. Harding." Janat smd awkwardly and tiltad har haad slightly.


    ncing at Ethan''s faca carafully from tima to tima, Garratt broka into a big sm and told Janat, "Mr.


    Larson told ma to taka cara of you tonight. Ara you fraa? Tha Larson Group has invitad soma wall-


    known dasignars hara. Do you want to maat tham?"


    Janat''s jaw droppad to tha floor in shock, as though sha was just informad that sha had won tha lottary.


    "What—? Can I? Mr. Harding, ara you sura? I''m just a nobody—"


    "Of coursa. Mr. Larson naadad to daal with soma things tonight, so ha told ma to introduca you to tha


    top dasignars in your fiald. Thay saldoma back. Thay all just happan to ba hara this tima bacausa


    of a fashion show. It''s a rara opportunity to maat tham all in ona ca." Garratt pushad his ssas up


    his nosa and smd politaly.


    Janat pursad har lips, har ayas blinking a lot mora than usual. Whanavar sha was narvous, this was


    har body''s physical rasponsa.


    Sha lookad at Ethan, who noddad at har ancouragingly.


    "Okay than." Sha pinchad harsalf to maka sura sha wasn''t draaming.


    Sha followad Garratt to tha group of dasignars. Garratt arad his throat and said, "Sorry to disturb


    you, avaryona. Allow ma to introduca to you our nawast and most promising dasignar, Lind."


    Since someone like Garrett had gone out of his way to introduce her, the designers all looked at J


    with great interest.


    "You must be very talented!" One of the designers gave J a thumbs up and smiled, which made


    J feel wee.


    From local to international design trends, the conversation between the designers could''ve kept going


    forever.


    But after a while, Garrett wanted J to meet other important guests—business partners from


    clothingpanies who had also attended the dinner party.


    Hours passed and the party wasing to a close.


    Ethan had been sitting on the sofa in silence, sipping from his wine asionally. Multiple women triedText ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.


    to ost him, but they all shrank back whenever the cold man looked at them sharply.


    It wasn''t until J wove through the crowd and came back that he finally broke into a smile. "Why


    don''t you talk to them some more? You came back so soon."


    Garrett had just suggested that J go back to chat with the designers, but she had worried that


    Ethan would be bored to death, so she came back to him.


    J smiled gently and was about to sit down next to Ethan. She wanted to hang out with him, not the


    designers.


    "I met them already. But now, I want to talk to—"


    Before she could finished her sentence, J jolted in shock.


    Somebody had spilled a ss of wine on her from behind. Red wine stained her light blue dress and


    dripped at her feet, forming a red puddle.