Peter was quietly following behind Mark, holding an umbrella up for him. The former had fallen into deep thought. last night, Mark had remarked that Flora was "boring". Perhaps Flora wasn't actually boring, but that Mark had found someone better, so others paled in comparison.

On their way back, Mark asked the driver to take Cecilia's car home. sitting next to Mark in the backseat, Cecilia talked a lot, as though she was unfazed by what had happened the previous night.

Peter who was driving the car, smiled. It's rare to see Mr. Evans so patient. He thought to himself.

On their way, Mark answered a private phone call from his college classmate in Duefron. It turned out that there was a party this afternoon, and his old classmate was inviting him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Mark suddenly glanced at Cecilia.

He chuckled and spoke into the receiver, saying, "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?

You know I'm single, yet you still ask me to bring a date. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?”

The person on the other end of the line said something...

Mark scratched his nose and shook his head wryly.

"Fine, fine!"

Shortly after, Mark hung up the phone.

Under normal circumstances, Peter would arrange a date for Mark, making sure that the date would be obedient and sensible enough not to make trouble for Mark. But since there was a girl right in the car, and since Peter couldn't figure out what was on Mark's mind, he just kept silent.

As expected, when Mark dropped the phone, he looked at Cecilia.

"Come to the party with me, will you?”

Cecelia was a little hesitant. What if Mark's friends were all a bunch of older men? mark added lightly, "There'll be gifts waiting for you.”

Cecelia's eyes lit up and she readily agreed...

Upon returning to the hotel, Mark changed his clothes.

He still wore his usual white shirt and black trousers, but the top two buttons were left unbuttoned, and he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined and powerful forearms.

He was conventionally attractive, and any woman would swoon over him.

Driving the black Lotus sports car, he took Cecilia to a very secluded high-end club. It was so exclusive that ordinary people hadn't heard of it, let alone entered.

The Fowler family was rich, yet Cecilia had never been there before.

The manager dared not to stare at Mark. He led them into the private room and said with respect, "Have a good time, Mr. Evans.”