At six o'clock at night, the brilliant lights had just lit up the city.

The breeze lifted up the pieces of hair by the woman's ears. Christine Stock, who dressed in a man's suit, followed the man into the 1986 Bar.

The 1986 Bar was a high-class place in City H for the upper class to gather for dinner and leisure entertainment.

In the corridor, the dim yellowish light showed fuzzy colors.

With her small hand held by the man's, Christine was walking towards the box slouched over. There was a starburst of light that flashed across her eyes.

Then she couldn't help but move following the light with her eyes until it fell on the diamond ring. She quickly straightened up her back a little.

The man was dressed in a simple and casual white shirt. His black tie was casually removed while the collar was unbuttoned two buttons. The apple of his throat bobbed twice and his cuffs were pushed up to his elbows.

Christine actually couldn't restrain some excitement from her heart.

It turned out that being introduced to his own equals by Franklin Brook himself had made her feel the happiness and sweetness of multiplied growth.