In the elevator.
Rae Bennett's face was tense yet beautiful.
Juan Morris sneaked a look at her expression, "Angry?"
If this had been a few years earlier, someone would have had bad luck if Rae Bennett was angry.
But now, she had learned to endure.
Recently, Juan Morris had grown increasingly unafraid of Rae Bennett, feeling that Wyatt Wright had made her more and more like a normal person.
"It's your fault for holing up in Ardale all these years without coming back," Juan Morris now dared to tease her openly, "Your reputation now is all—"
Rae Bennett slightly lifted her eyelid.
Immediately, Juan Morris ceased his banter and made a zipping motion across his mouth, "I'll shut up."
The elevator reached the sixty-third floor, connecting to a long corridor that led to the main hall.
At the end of the corridor was a lacquered steel door, which Juan Morris went ahead to open for Rae Bennett. Inside, the hall was filled with guests mingling and toasting.
