“I appreciate your help earlier."

Barlow raised an eyebrow and teased, "Well, well, it's not every day you thank me."

“It's not like I don't know right from wrong," Rosalynn responded, accepting a glass of wine from a passing waiter.

Before Barlow could utter another word, a figure caught his attention.

“Mr. Tucker, you've finally arrived. We've been eagerly waiting for you." A well-dressed man, approximately thirty years old, approached Barlow.

Barlow nodded in acknowledgment, then turned to Rosalynn.

“Why don't you mingle for a while? I'll go and greet my friends.”

“Alright," Rosalynn replied, secretly hoping that Barlow would keep his distance.

Casting a glance at the cluster of people nearby, Rosalynn lifted her glass to her lips, taking a small sip.

ALL those people were renowned entrepreneurs from Wragos. Did Barlow come here not to be her escort but for business matters?

He was indeed a sly fox.

Catching sight of the assortment of exquisite snacks displayed on the nearby dining table, Rosalynn could not resist the temptation and reached for them.

“Rosalynn!"

A man's voice sounded from behind.

Rosalynn spun around to face the source, only to discover Asher's presence.

She swallowed the cake in her mouth and replied, “What's up?"

Asher locked his gaze on her with a solemn expression.

“Rosalynn, you stole my order again.”

With a tissue in hand, she dabbed at her mouth and responded with a hint of nonchalance, “It's all about our skills, isn't it?"

Asher's eyes darkened momentarily, but his demeanor quickly shifted to one of dejection.

“Yes, I understand that now. I actually want to talk to you," he said.

“About what?"