Just then, someone approached and rapped on her table.

"Rosalynn, it's indeed you." A smile tugged at Barlow's Lips.

“What brings you here?" asked Rosalynn, caught off guard.

"I had a meeting with a client. As I was passing by, I recognized your silhouette. Couldn't have been wrong," Barlow answered with a sly grin.

"You've certainly made quite an impression on me.”

Rosalynn, however, wasn't in the mood for banter. Her eyes were scouring the room for Karina.

Spotting her curious gaze, Barlow inquired, “What's caught your attention?"

“Karina's somewhere on the dance floor. I'm trying to spot her,"

Rosalynn replied casually.

Karina was dancing?

Barlow squinted, directing his gaze to the pulsating crowd on the dance floor.

The radiant Light spotlighted a figure swaying in rhythm.

At this moment, Karina was caught in the embrace of the music.

With every Lift of her arm, her shirt flirted with the air, revealing a sliver of her waist.

Her waist was thin.

She was laughing and singing along, utterly captivating.

What had gotten into her today?

A frown creased Barlow's forehead.

“What's going on with her? Boyfriend troubles? She doesn't have one, does she?"

Rosalynn sighed.

“Can't she be upset without a boyfriend being involved?"

"Not really." After a momentary pause, Barlow prodded, "Tell me, what's bothering her?"