CHAPTER 74: CHAPTER 74: INVITING FAYE TURNER TO THE BANQUET

Perhaps when his father’s illness is cured, the mother-child relationship will ease a bit. Everyone longs for their mother’s love.

"Rest early, don’t work too late on Saturday, your health is important." Faye Turner said to him, then turned to leave.

Adrian Lancaster looked at her back, "There’s a dinner party tomorrow night."

The girl stopped, turned, and their eyes met.

He said to her, "It’s to welcome Mr. Mark and to celebrate this cooperation. You should attend too."

Faye was a bit surprised, but she nodded immediately, smiling, "Sure."

"Would you like to be my dance partner?" Adrian Lancaster asked from his desk, his deep eyes warmly fixed on her.

"No." Faye jolted with surprise, "I... temporarily want to keep some distance from you, I mean in front of others." My gosh, the position of Mrs. Lancaster comes with too much pressure!

"You decide." He didn’t want to say more, respecting her thoughts.

Faye glanced at him, withdrew her gaze, and walked away.

Adrian Lancaster stared at the empty doorway, lost in thought. He couldn’t quite understand why he asked that last question just now.

He wasn’t lacking a dance partner!

For a moment, did he mistake her for Sienna again? Was he seeking emotional solace in her?

Thinking of Sienna Dawson, Adrian Lancaster’s mood inexplicably fell. No matter how successful he was now, the one he couldn’t have was always the best.

It was just an obsession. In reality, even when married, it was what it was.

In this world, all souls, when looked at closely, can’t be truly seen.

At night, Faye soaked in the bathtub.

Amid the steamy mist, under the warm yellow light, she couldn’t help but recall what happened on the bed last night, how passionately he kissed her, so deeply, so entwined, yet called another woman’s name...

Somehow, every time she thought of this detail, her heart ached slightly.

As his wife, there was always a hint of discomfort, although she wouldn’t admit that she had fallen for him.

That night, she lay in the same bed with him again, passing the night peacefully. Perhaps they both had a lot on their minds... perhaps they also felt bewildered about the future.

The next day, at dusk.

Luxury cars gathered outside a certain villa, and the inside was brightly lit, like a glowing palace, with the courtyard lavishly and warmly decorated.

Elegantly dressed waitstaff moved back and forth, trying to serve each guest as much as possible.

The outdoor swimming pool in front of the villa glistened, crystal clear, with excellent water quality.

All the attendees received invitations, including project leaders, company executives, Adrian Lancaster and Faye Turner, Ivy Jennings, and Dustin Shepherd...

And other partners from Prestige Group, some well-connected company presidents, all highly prestigious figures in the industry.

Mr. Mark, known as a financial mogul, naturally became the center of everyone’s anticipation.

Everyone socialized in groups of three or two, exchanged pleasantries, clinked glasses gently, and conversed softly, all appearing as elegant gentlemen.

Classical melodies performed by musicians on site lingered in the air, soothing and pleasant.

Gourmet dishes prepared by Michelin chefs were brought out plate by plate, exquisite and delicious.

It was evident how much Adrian Lancaster valued Mr. Mark, valuing this cooperation.

At dusk, the sky was ablaze with purple and red clouds, and their beautiful rays shone generously on everything.

With a gentle evening breeze, there was a kind of serene, comforting beauty.

A Lamborghini came to a halt in the villa’s courtyard, Mr. Kerr opened the door, and the tall Adrian Lancaster got out of the car.

He stood upright, dressed in a custom Armani handcrafted suit, the perfectly tailored cut highlighted his tall and athletic build.

As he made his entrance, he became the focus of the evening party.

"President Lancaster is here."