Yvonne stood before Myles, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I'm really sorry," she said. Myles, without releasing her hand, gave it a tentative squeeze. He noticed how her cheeks flushed a delicate pink and how she shyly lowered her gaze, and he smoked. "Would you mind coming upstairs with me to change clothes?" he asked. Yvonne tried to cover up her ulterior motives with a carefully crafted excuse. "It's my fault. I should take responsibility." The two of them, each holding their own agenda, silently reached an understanding in that fleeting moment. Meanwhile, the woman standing nearby couldn't help but stare in disbelief at the unfolding scene. She let out a quiet sigh of relief, glad that someone else was now taking her place. Finally, she could escape from this lunatic.Molly, standing not far away, nearly spat in frustration. "Idiot," she muttered under her breath, watching in growing annoyance as Yvonne spilled the juice not on the woman but on Myles. Watching them head upstairs together, a wave of anger boiled inside her, and she ground her teeth in frustration. Yvonne had managed to seduce him. That wasn't what she had been instructed to do. Just as Molly was wondering how to break them up, her phone suddenly rang. She opened the message that had popped up on her screen. It was from an anonymous sender. 'Well done, the thing you wanted has been delivered to your home.' A deep sigh of relief escaped Molly's lips. With Yvonne completing her part of the task, the weight on Molly's shoulders lightened. Now, she only needed to wait for George's arrival. Meanwhile, Jason had managed to slip away from the main table. He glanced around, searching for his "hamster," but couldn't spot her anywhere in the bustling banquet hall.He decided to step outside into the garden. The flashing neon lights cast a dim glow over the space, making it difficult to see anyone clearly in the shadows. "Jason," someone called out in surprise. He turned around, his eyes catching a familiar, graceful figure approaching him. A sweet smile spread across her face, and her eyes sparkled as she moved toward him. "Jason, what a coincidence," Linara said with affection in her voice. "Are you coming out for some fresh air, too?" Jason's expression remained cool as he glanced at her. "Miss Whitewood, please refer to me as Mr. Drakon, as everyone else does." Linara's face turned a deep shade of red at his refusal. Why could Seraphina call him that, but she couldn't? "Jason," she began again, her voice carrying a hint of playful protest. "You didn't say that at the gate earlier. I thought..." She bit her lip gently, looking at him with a mix of innocence and longing.Jason's eyes narrowed as he inwardly sneered. She was pretending to be clueless, to play games with him. How ridiculous. He offered her an opportunity to back down, but she didn't take it. Jason, ever pragmatic, wasn't one to pity or indulge in beauty, and he cut the exchange short. "Miss Whitewood, one must have self-awareness. Not everyone can address me by my first name. You should learn some manners." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, her face flushed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. Behind Linara, in a pavilion in the flower garden, several young men and women from influential families in Pyrin watched the exchange with interest. Their eyes glinted with amusement, and they whispered among themselves. "Someone really has no shame. Willing to sacrifice their dignity just to climb the social ladder." Another snickered. "Does she even have dignity anymore? It's long gone." "Jason? She can even say his name like that. Desperate for power, huh?" Linara could feel the weight of their ridicule like a heavy blanket pressing down on her. Unable to bear their mockery any longer, Linara turned away, covering her face with one hand as she hurriedly retreated from the scene. The sounds of cruel laughter echoed behind her.