CHAPTER 118: CHAPTER 118: BLIND AS A BAT

After hearing Ace’s words, Mrs. Lloyd immediately responded, "It’s okay, I’ll just wait here. Let me know when you’re done."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Lloyd consciously went into the lounge and began her long wait.

Although Mrs. Lloyd expected she would wait for a while, she didn’t expect that Desmond Fairchild would be so composed. Knowing she was waiting in the lounge, he let her wait until the afternoon without showing up.

In the following days, Mrs. Lloyd kept coming to Cloudsea Group and finally managed to meet Desmond Fairchild.

"President Fairchild! Hello, I wonder if you remember me? I’m Ethan Lloyd’s mother, and I wonder if I could have a word with you?"

Luckily, Mrs. Lloyd was quick to act, rushing in front of Desmond Fairchild, which made him stop and focus his gaze on the woman in front of him.

"What are you doing here? Security..."

"Wait! President Fairchild, it was my mistake at the last banquet. I shouldn’t have done such a thing to hurt your son in front of everyone. I sincerely apologize here and wonder if you could forgive me and remove those online news stories?"

Up until now, Mrs. Lloyd realized just how influential Desmond Fairchild was in Bayside City.

In just three days, her matters had really spread all over the city.

"You don’t need to apologize to me. You’re not worthy or qualified. Don’t come to Cloudsea again, or I can’t guarantee you won’t be thrown out."

As soon as he spoke, Desmond Fairchild said no more and immediately left the company with Ace.

"Is everything ready for tonight?" Desmond Fairchild raised an eyebrow, inquiring to Ace.

"Yes, Mr. Jennings said they’re already at Twilight Club." Ace nodded.

Desmond Fairchild pursed his lips, nodded slightly, recalling how last time at the bar, with so many people present, Seraphina Sinclair called on him to drink with her, which became a topic among his friends for quite a while.

Later, this incident spread within the circle, and everyone clamored to meet Seraphina Sinclair upon hearing about it.

Additionally, with Miles Finch returning from abroad this time, the uproar was substantial, and despite his wishes to keep things private, Desmond had to agree to gather with them.

Complying with the demands of his rowdy friends, Desmond Fairchild had to bring Seraphina Sinclair to their private club meeting.

This was Seraphina Sinclair’s first formal meeting with Desmond Fairchild’s friends. From early morning, she started preparing herself, changing dress after dress.

After all, as the wife of the owner of Cloudsea Group, she couldn’t afford to make him look bad.

Even the patient Desmond Fairchild sighed helplessly after she changed into more than ten outfits, extending his long arm to gently pull the nervous woman into his embrace: "My woman looks stunning in anything; no need to worry about dressing up."

"You sweet talker." No woman dislikes hearing compliments, and Seraphina was no exception. She playfully punched Desmond Fairchild’s chest while giggling.

Because of Seraphina Sinclair, they originally planned to leave at 8:30 but ended up leaving at 10.

By the time they arrived at the club, everyone else was already there, enthusiastically playing Mahjong. Only the two of them were missing.

Today, as the main attraction, Seraphina Sinclair was greeted with numerous stares as she entered. Those eager eyes shone brighter than the spotlight at a banquet.

Several people present were not seeing Seraphina Sinclair for the first time, like Felix Miller, who, regardless of how many times he saw her, still felt stunned by her charm.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Felix Miller couldn’t help but exclaim, "Master Fairchild is too fortunate. When will I find a wife as beautiful as our sister-in-law here?"

Quentin Jennings scoffed, "In your dreams."

Seraphina Sinclair, holding Desmond Fairchild’s arm, walked to the crowd with poise and smiled sweetly, a trace of apology in her eyes: "Sorry, we’re late."

Sitting on the side, Miles Finch stood up leisurely, glancing at the noble and aloof Desmond Fairchild next to him, then at Seraphina Sinclair: "We agreed today is to welcome me, but the moment you arrived, this ungrateful bunch abandoned me. Clearly, your charm surpasses all."

"Today, of course, you’re the star. I’ve heard a lot about you, Young Master Finch, and meeting you today, you indeed live up to your handsome reputation." Before coming, Seraphina Sinclair had already familiarized herself with everyone present, addressing them with confidence.

Miles Finch couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, impressed by Seraphina Sinclair’s unflappable attitude, and soon gave Desmond Fairchild a satisfied look.

Desmond Fairchild somewhat smugly lifted his chin, his gaze seeming to say: Of course, my woman is naturally extraordinary.

Having greeted everyone, they all got to know each other. The people present were crucial figures in business, politics, and even the military. Their perspectives and features aligned, and they almost shared common topics, quickly warming up to Seraphina Sinclair.

After chatting around, Quentin Jennings suggested, "Since the boss is here today, wanna play a couple of rounds?"

Desmond Fairchild raised an eyebrow, "Sure."

"Looks like someone is going to be utterly defeated again." Quentin Jennings remarked with a look of excitement, eyeing Felix Miller.

Seraphina Sinclair’s delicate face was filled with confusion as she blinked her clear eyes at Desmond Fairchild, "Play what?"

"With our sister-in-law here, how can we have Master Fairchild play? Sister-in-law, come and join us for a couple of rounds." Felix Miller quickly invited, pulling the chair next to him open, signaling for Seraphina Sinclair to take a seat.

Seraphina Sinclair, however, waved her hand, showing an unwilling face: "No, it’s fine, you guys play. I don’t know how."

She genuinely didn’t know how; she wasn’t skilled at these things.

But before she could retreat, the man behind her gently pressed her into the chair, his lips brushing against her ear: "It’s okay, play. I’ll teach you."

"But..." His sudden proximity made Seraphina a little embarrassed, feeling the warmth of his body heat at the back of her ear, her face turning red.

"Sister-in-law, you don’t know how well Master Fairchild plays Mahjong. With such an amazing teacher, how could you not learn?" Felix Miller encouraged, "Come on, let’s start."

Felix Miller’s lively presence caught Seraphina Sinclair’s attention, and she asked puzzled, "Have we met before?"

"Sister-in-law, you do remember me. I was there at the bar and helped you during a dinner later, where Melanie Lloyd was too." Felix Miller introduced himself immediately, patting his chest with pride.

"Thank you for that time." Seraphina Sinclair smiled graciously, truly grateful for his intervention then.

Felix Miller quickly shook his head, "A small favor, nothing noteworthy. If you must thank me, sister-in-law, how about letting me win a couple of rounds later?"

"What do you mean by ’letting you win a couple of rounds’? You dare say such things, aren’t you afraid Master Fairchild will hit you?" Miles Finch mercilessly shattered Felix Miller’s hopeful illusions, speaking with a bit of deliberate misinterpretation.