After seeing off the models, Violet Nee looked at the man with his innate noble and composed aura and regretted, "If it weren't for the Guci banquet I have to attend later, I would want to get back the two meals you owe me now."
"Next time." Sebastian Astor withdrew his gaze from Clara Sutton, his voice a bit sulky.
"Alright, let's arrange it for next time when we're free." Violet Nee nodded, poking Alva Astor's head: "Alva, what are you doing?"
"Ah, nothing... nothing." Alva Astor snapped out of his daze, awkwardly laughing and shaking his head.
"I'm off first, let's keep in touch on WeChat."
"Okay."
"Miss Sutton, I'll take my leave then. See you at the interview site later." Violet Nee waved with a smile, her peripheral vision inadvertently swept past the platinum wedding rings on their ring fingers, and the light in her eyes briefly dimmed.
Clara Sutton pressed her lips, deciphering the undertone in her words, but simply nodded lightly without speaking.
