The birthday hall was lively and crowded. Different people, all dressed in noble clothes with noble auras, stood by tables, chatting among themselves.
Waiters walked through the crowd every few minutes to see if their guests had any needs or requests.
At one of the tables, Daniel was standing with several women, all of them smiling and chatting with the mysterious and handsome white-haired man.
"Mr. Aurilias, which country are you from?" one of the women asked in a flirtatious tone.
"I came from a faraway place. I don't think you'd know where it is," Daniel replied with a smile, though hidden beneath that smile was his growing frustration.
For now, he was using the fake name Aurilias, the one written on the invitation.
But that wasn't the important part right now. What mattered was that he was starting to get irritated with this whole situation, and yet that bastard still hadn't shown up.
