Downstairs, everyone reveled in the party's lively atmosphere. Laughter filled the air, and the room was abuzz with chatter, clinking glasses, and the rhythm of music.
Anne spotted Mr. Obin amid the crowd and decided to approach him. He had always appeared enigmatic, and she harbored a curiosity about the situation that compelled her to seek answers.
"Where is Mr. Houston, Mr. Obin?" She inquired when she reached his side, her voice laced with eagerness. The absence of Mr. Houston had not escaped her notice, and she considered this an opportune moment to meet him.
Mr. Obin maintained his composed demeanor as he replied, "He's currently occupied. Can I assist you with something?" His voice was polite yet tinged with a hint of caution, suggesting that there might be more to the situation than met the eye.
