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    Soon, the car arrived at the city center, next to the Passos Mall, where a standalone building


    housed the bar.


    Last year, this building was a fancy private kitchen. Erica brought Cam here once. Apparently,


    when the lease expired, the mall took it back. A wealthy individual had rented it and transformed it


    into a bar. Looking around, men and women dressed to the nines filled the ce, making her attire


    seem perfectly appropriate.


    Before stepping out of the car, Cam nced at Connor and noticed his tie was askew.


    “Mr. Connor, your tie…” Just as the driver was about to speak, Cam had already reached over to


    adjust it.


    He drew.in a sharp breath. Mr. Connor disliked anyone touching his personal attire, ties included.


    Connor instinctively leaned back, his brow furrowing.


    “There.” Cam said with a smile, convinced she was apetent assistant. Having noticed


    Connor often wore ties, she had even gone online to learn about them.


    Connor shifted ufortably, clearing his throat. “Let’s go.”


    relieved not to witness an outburst from Mr. Connor, quickly got out and opened the door.


    Connor stepped out first, and Cam, opening her door herself, found Connor waiting by the car,


    gesturing for her to take his arm–a gesture of social etiquette. Cam naturally looped her arm


    through his.


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    “Connor.”


    Tuming towards the voice, Cam saw a woman in a white evening gown approaching, a smile


    gracing her face. Cam recognized her as the woman who had visited Mr. Connor at the office a


    few days ago.


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    The woman gave Cam a meaningful look, saying, “Cam, you look lovely, almost more exquisite


    than a famous actress.” Just as she was contemting withdrawing her hand from Connor’s arm,


    Connor called out impatiently. “Rita.”


    Cam blinked in surprise.


    “I didn’t get a chance to introduce myselfst time. I’m Rita, this guy’s cousin.”


    “Nice to meet you, Ms. Rita.”


    “Don’t be so formal, just Rita is fine. If Connor ever gives you trouble, you cane to me.” Cam


    nced at Connor and nodded awkwardly.


    Connor said, “Don’t mind her.”


    Rita clicked her tongue, “You two enjoy your evening. I’ll go greet the other guests.” The entrance


    was nked by luxury cars, with staff checking invitations at the door.


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    Connor led her past the check–in, straight into the bar.


    As the door swung open, the bar’svish decor and high ceilings lent an air of elegance to the


    ce, dominated by dark tones creating a subdued and mysterious ambiance. The walls were


    adorned with artistic paintings and decorations, enhancing the artistic vibe. Smooth jazz yed in


    the background, devoid of the expected noise.


    Cam spotted celebrities from the entertainment industry, including top–tier stars. “Mr. Connor, can


    I go get an autograph?”


    “These people are just here to add mour,” Connor said dismissively, implying she shouldn’t


    devalue herself.


    Tonight’s guests, besides the celebrities, were all high society folks who recognized Connor.


    “Mr. Connor!” A group of young men of simr age came over to greet him, their eyes curiously


    scanning Cam.


    Actually, from the moment Cam entered the bar, the staring never stopped. Her stunning beauty


    and alluring figure drew envious nces from women and fervent admiration from men. If not for


    Connor by her side, countless men would have been at her feet tonight.


    “Is there something you need?” Connor’s voice was icy cold, his handsome face intimidating


    enough to send chills down one’s spine.