The enormous spiral crystal chandelier on the ceiling illuminated the entire Banquet Hall with brilliant splendor.
The Guests in the Banquet Hall gathered in groups, chatting leisurely, everyone draped in a noble and graceful aura. Even though Lynette Moreland was nearly on the brink of losing her composure, her voice remained at a perfectly controlled volume.
Madam Moreland, having heard her words, was displeased, "I think Max Davies is quite nice, more than good enough for you. Tonight, you're not going anywhere, understand?"
Lynette imagined if she were really with Max Davies and then during a quarrel, he started to cry...
"Ugh—" Just the thought gave Lynette chills, "Grandma, just let it go, shall we? I promise, I'll seriously go on blind dates in the future, alright? I'll chat well with people, striving to make something beautiful out of life through conversations."
"From your unserious words, I can't trust you," Madam Moreland poked Lynette's forehead forcefully.
