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    Cam looked at Connor, her eyes filled with gratitude.


    Despite her less–than–perfect singing voice, under Connor’s guidance and their joint performance,


    their voices harmonized unexpectedly


    well.


    The audience quieted down, listening intently to their performance. After the song ended, the room


    erupted in enthusiastic apuse


    and cheers.


    “Bravo!” Logan whistled, patting Connor on the shoulder with augh. “It’s been years since I heard


    you sing, but leave it to Cam to bring it out of you. This is truly the best birthday gift.”


    “Beat it,” Connor shot him a sideways nce with a smirk.


    Suddenly, the lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the center of the room. The crowd


    fell silent.


    Tara changed into a pair of dancing shoes and gracefully walked into the spotlight. She began to


    dance, each movement oozing allure. Her figure was lithe and supple, like a graceful fairy,


    bing more enchanting and seductive with the rhythm of the music, her gaze captivating


    Cam was mesmerized, and so were all the men in the room. Their gazes were unabashedly filled


    with desire.


    Cam instinctively looked towards Connor, only to find him busy replying to work emails. He didn’t


    even nce up once.


    A beautiful woman was unting her sultry dance right in front of him, and he seemed utterly


    unmoved. Was he hiding his feelings, or was he really thatposed?


    Soon, Cam noticed Tara’s gaze focusing on Logan, her eyes carrying an enticing lure. However,


    Cam caught sight of Rita from across the room, also intently watching Logan. The world of the


    wealthy was beyond herprehension.


    Many guests were smoking, and Cam felt a bit ufortable, so she stood up and walked to the


    balcony for some fresh air.


    It was nearly one in the morning, and Cam was feeling sleepy. Just as she was about to head


    back inside, she heard Logan’s voice, “I don’t need help.


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    Suddenly, Rita hugged Logan from behind.


    Cam paused, inadvertently catching a juicy scene. It would be awkward for everyone if she


    walked out now, wouldn’t it? She immediately stepped back onto the balcony.


    Logan stood his ground, forcefully prying Rita’s hands off, his voice stern, “Rita, don’t demean


    yourself.”


    Rita’s voice softened, “Logan, just look at me, please?”


    Logan replied, “Rita, we’re not suited for each other.”


    “Why not? After all these years, why can’t you just look at me…


    Logan fell silent for a moment. “You’re drunk, I’ll have the driver take you home.”


    Cam crouched in aer of the balcony, not daring to emerge until she saw Connor leaning


    against the wall as he passed by. She quickly came out and steadied him.


    Connor, irritated, was about to shrug off the helping hand when he turned and saw it was Cam.


    He immediately rxed his grip. His voice deep and serious, he asked, “What are you doing hiding


    out here and scaring people?”


    Cam was bewildered. “I’m just trying to help, and you treat me like a ghost?” She thought to


    herself.


    “Mr. Connor, are you feeling alright?”


    “No,” Connor said curtly, fighting to keep hisposure. He had barely slept the previous night, and


    after many sses of spirits and wine, he was struggling to maintain his calm.


    Cam, not heartless, felt guilty seeing him ufortable after he had helped her fend off so many


    drinks. “Mr. Connor, let me help you to the restroom to wash your face”


    Connor’s stomach churned, and he held back with great effort until they reached the restroom. As


    soon as they did, he rushed in, and the sounds of retching followed as both food and alcohol were


    violently expelled