Mark nodded in a reserved manner.

The magnificent bronze gate was slowly closed behind them. Mark leaned against the door and lit a cigarette.

It seemed that he came here to have a lot of fun.

The room was at least 800 square meters, and the dining area was separate from the recreational ones. At this time, more than ten men and women were sitting at the table, waiting for Mark.

But Mark took his time, smoking his cigarette leisurely...

One of the men at the table came over with a glass of wine.

"Mark, it's really hard to get you to come to these kinds of things, you know?"

The man was handsome, but the corners of his eyes were a little mischievous. Then, glancing at Cecilia, he smiled and asked, "Where'd you find this little girl? She's gorgeous!"

Mark slowly puffed out a smoke ring and answered briefly, "A junior.”

The man rolled his eyes. Obviously, he didn't believe Mark.

No one would. After all, all the women these men brought were their lovers. Although Mark wasn't married, he had several girlfriends.

That morning, Flora had called Mark to subtly inquire about Cecilia.

The man couldn't help but talked to Cecilia a little flirtatiously. Mark then said, "I'm not lying.

She's the daughter of the Fowler family; that is, Waylen Fowler's little sister."

All the men present were dumbfounded.

Waylen? Atty. Waylen Fowler?

Why would Mark bring her here?

Mark claimed to be Cecilia's senior. He touched Cecilia's head dotingly and explained, "Quit talking nonsense. She wants to expand her horizons, so | brought her here."

Then he introduced the man to Cecilia.

"Cecilia, this is Charlie Jones."

At this time, a pretty woman strutted over. She was very young, probably no older than Cecilia.

She leaned against Charlie's arm intimately.