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"Miss, please tell us!"
The surrounding socialites urged Chi Mu Jiu anxiously, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Chi Mu Jiu hesitated for a moment before finally responding, "It's here."
These two simple words were like a stone thrown into a still lake, instantly creating ripples that spread far and wide.
The group of socialites went wild upon hearing this. Completely disregarding the towering heels they wore, they eagerly stood up and surged toward the banquet hall. The scene resembled a pack of starving individuals rushing toward a feast, oblivious to everything else.
Chi Mu Jiu sat in her seat, dumbfounded as she watched the young ladies rush forward without a care for their image. For the first time, she deeply understood how a person's charm could drive others to madness.
"That scoundrel Du Heng! Turns out you've always been this popular!" she couldn't help but curse under her breath, feeling even more jealous.
What was all that talk about bringing her here to relieve her boredom? Nonsense! She was only left feeling more frustrated and consumed by jealousy!
The auctioneer on stage was taken aback. In the brief moment it took to switch items, how had everyone vanished? He looked around in disbelief.
Oh wait, there was still one lady left, but judging by her cold expression, she probably wouldn't be bidding on anything either.
Just as the auctioneer prepared to step down, he heard Chi Mu Jiu call out to him, "Wrap up all the items in this auction for me! I want them all!"
The auctioneer was momentarily taken aback, but quickly regained composure and responded eagerly, "Of course! Right away, Miss!"
In her heart, Chi Mu Jiu thought that if it would upset her, then she would spend his money. After all, Du Heng Yan had more money than he could ever spend! So she decided to buy a bunch of junk just to irritate him!
As Chi Mu Jiu cursed silently in her mind, she downed glass after glass of red wine. The bright red liquid slid down her throat into her mouth, seemingly carrying with it her dissatisfaction and defiance.
The banquet hall was dazzling with lights and filled with a lively atmosphere. Successful men engaged in animated discussions occasionally cast their eyes toward Du Heng Yan, who sat at the head of the table, watching his every move.
Du Heng Yan sat upright and poised, resembling a towering mountain that radiated an immense presence. A few influential men beside him were conversing respectfully, their words cautious as if they were speaking to a king. Those of lesser status could only stand at a distance, watching with a mix of awe and envy.
"Mr. Du, our group has a major project this time. If you have some time, we could discuss it together," said the man who had previously handed Du Heng Yan a drink—Chu Qiao He, the host of the event. As a person of Chinese descent who had established a business abroad, he naturally wielded some influence.
Du Heng Yan understood this better than anyone else. He nodded slightly but did not speak.
Chu Qiao He’s heart raced at that moment; he became anxious, thinking he might have said something wrong and inadvertently offended this powerful figure. Just as he contemplated what else to say, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor interrupted him.
The men turned their attention toward the source of the sound, and soon elegant young ladies from the back garden entered the banquet hall in their high heels. Each one wore an expression of fierce determination on their faces, their eyes fixed intently on the handsome and aloof man seated at the head of the table.
In their gazes were admiration, obsession, and desire.
The men exchanged glances, their faces filled with confusion.
Chu Qiao He was also taken aback, unsure of what had just happened.
Du Heng slightly raised his gaze, his eyes reflecting a sense of indifference.
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