Gazing icily at Elaine, Cecilia continued.

“However, I come from an influential family. I am the most linguistically gifted among his past loves. Plus, I'm arguably the most beautiful, capable of overshadowing young women like yourself.

Moreover, while Mark has his flaws, he's never been involved with someone else's kept woman before."

Fully mortified, Elaine was at a loss for words.

At that moment, the echoing sound of footsteps in leather shoes filled the hallway.

Mark stepped into Cecilia's line of sight.

Bathed in the light from the club's crystal chandelier, his face gained a noble air.

He halted two meters from Cecilia and proposed, "Let's go home."

Cecilia, not wanting any drama with Elaine, moved towards him naturally. Mark, placing his hand on Cecilia's shoulder, gently inquired, “Did you have anything to drink?"

“Just a glass of red wine. I wanted to enjoy it myself."

With a smile, Mark and Cecilia left the club together.

He seemed utterly oblivious to Elaine, not even sparing her a single glance.

Elaine, frustrated and agitated, clenched her fists until her nails bit into her skin.

Then, a slender figure walked past.

It was Rena followed by Wendy. Rena had come to meet Amelia and, by chance, ended up leaving behind Cecilia.

Elaine recognized Rena.

Despite being retired, Rena had considerable clout and could lift many aspiring stars.

Moreover, she was Mark's niece.

Elaine, thinking Rena might be an ally, cautiously approached.

“Are you Mrs. Fowler?"