aused their conversation to look her way. Realizing she had drawn unwanted attention, Viole's face flushed with embarras

ath. Viole's attempt to save face came off as insincere, and Linda noticed the shift in the crowd's de

ed under her breath. Barlor's brow furrowed at the sight of Viole's unexpected presence. Linda quietly observed Barlor's reactio

such events, earning her the favor of influential figures like Kurt Lane, which paved her way to success. But

sion as he hurried into the room. Barlor's ton

Barlor sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. He had always been lenient with Vio

turning to Linda with an apologetic glance. Linda calmly sipped her champagne, seemingly unbothe

was nothing new. As Barlor approached Viole, she looked up at him, her eyes brimming with u

e had always been a diligent student, someone he had personal

o learn, to prepare for my studies abroad." Her desperation was clear, and Barlor hesitat

erly nodded. Larry, however, looked unce

d curtly. "Make sure she doesn't

ge, caught Larry's uneasy approach. "Did

d. "Ms. Stale is a key asset

the room. Viole was now standing beside Barlor, speaking with a group of prominent business figures. Despite her academic achievem

his native tongue. As Viole looked helplessly at Barlor, Linda stepped forward. Without hesitation, she engaged the man in fluent

and elegance, Viole looked more like she had stepped out of a discount store. Viole forced a smile, th

observing, was surprised by Linda's linguistic skills. "What did you te

hased near the Southeast Sea will be quit

t isn't it just a remote area?"she questioned, her curiosity piqued. Linda, with a casual shrug, responded, "Perhaps."Thi

g. Frederick Stephen, a shrewd investor, had recognized this potential and made a strategic investment. Viole, however,

. Linda, maintaining her enigmatic aura, met Barlor's gaze evenly. "Just a hunch,"she cryptically replied, leaving Barlor to ponder the depths of her knowledge and in