Callie’s tolerance for alcohol had improved significantly, and she no longer needed any hangover soup. When Regan picked her up at the convenience store downstairs with a bag of yogurt, he saw the woman who had asked to stay over walking calmly towards him.
“Weren’t you drinking?”
“Not drunk.”
Apart from her hair being a bit tousled by the wind, Callie looked perfectly fine.
“I thought you were drowning your sorrows in alcohol.” Regan glanced disdainfully at the yogurt, then led her upstairs.
In the elevator, Callie joked casually, “No men hidden in your room, right?”
Regan showed her his watch, “At this hour, if there were any men, I wouldn’t let you in.”
They exchanged a glance and both laughed.
“I heard you ran into Isaac today. Did he give you a hard time?” Regan opened the door.
“Your information is getting more and more accurate.”
Callie’s casual remark made Regan pause for a moment before she smiled, “Well, I am Ahmad’s favorite now.”
Callie pulled out a pack of Marlboro from somewhere, holding the long, slender cigarette between her elegant fingers, looking pleasing to the eye.
She imitated Nelson’s way of smoking, took a puff, and choked, coughing for a long time.
Regan suddenly said, “Charlotte has ten percent of the shares. Nelson intends to help her get more.”
Callie frowned unconsciously, recalling Charlotte’s words not long ago about wedding favors.
She responded with an “Oh,” and by the time she came back to her senses, Regan had fallen asleep on the side.
Her phone was very quiet.
Suddenly it vibrated for just a second; it was an unknown number.
She looked at it and called back, but no one answered.
She called again, but the phone was turned off.
The next day, before leaving, Regan left an invitation card. “If you still want to go after that project, you can attend tonight in my name.”
Callie opened it and saw that it was an invitation to a charity gala under Regan’s name.
She lazily lifted her eyes, “Regan, you were more passionate when you convinced me to start a studio.”
Regan paused but didn’t turn back. “I’m being pushed by reality. You fulfill the dreams of castles in the air for me.”
The gala was held at a hotel with an antique style. The event started with a charity auction. After exchanging pleasantries with the CEOs around her, Callie kept an eye out for Chief.
Regan called directly, “Since it’s for charity, bid on whatever catches your eye. Put it on my tab.”
Callie smiled. “You’re quite generous.”
Nelson wasn’t present today, but Charlotte was. She wore a simple outfit, resembling a white magnolia in summer. Every move she made exuded an alluring fragrance. In a short time, several men had taken turns sitting beside her.
She no longer appeared fragile; her demeanor and image were completely different from the girl next door Callie had once seen cooking in the kitchen.
It was clear she didn’t want to just be a young lady anymore and thus frequently attended events.
Later in the evening was the charity dinner. Callie didn’t plan to stay long. Being in an enclosed space for too long made her chest feel stuffy and uncomfortable.
Nowadays, wherever she went, she could always hear gossip and feel unfriendly gazes. Callie bore immense pressure as she faced familiar faces from Ylosea’s high society.
Unexpectedly, someone dared to come up and provoke her. Glasses clinked together. “Miss Marsh, seeing is believing.”
Callie responded with a polite smile and tilted her head slightly. “And you are?”
A young man introduced himself.
“My name is Davian Hudson.” He handed over a business card.