Rosalynn cursed inwardly and proceeded to drive smoothly.

Upon arriving at an upscale hotel, a valet took over the car.

Brian led Rosalynn into a private room.

Six individuals were already present, evenly split between men and women.

Upon seeing Brian, they rose in greeting.

“Mr. Hughes.”

The speaker was a middle-aged man in his forties named Henrik Pearson.

He had journeyed from Atheum to discuss potential collaborations with Brian.

Brian returned the gesture.

“Mr. Hughes, who is this charming Lady?" Henrik turned his attention to

Rosalynn.

“My company’s designer, Rosalynn Fuller," Brian introduced her in a composed tone.

Rosalynn greeted them with a nod, maintaining her composure.

“I can't believe my eyes. You've brought a female companion to the party?" a familiar voice jested.

Brian's gaze flickered to Rosalynn.

“Well... I mentioned a party and she insisted on tagging along."

His jesting tone carried some warmth that didn't go unnoticed by the discerning crowd. They responded with knowing smiles.

Rosalynn was momentarily speechless, wanting to counter his playful barb but deciding against it due to her refined upbringing.

She couldn't help but wonder, though, if Brian truly never brought female company to these parties.

“Rosalynn, come here." Brian, now seated at the head of the table, motioned to Rosalynn, who was still standing.

The individual next to her swiftly pulled out a chair for her.

Rosalynn took her seat beside Brian.