Almost everyone at the venue was an elite member of society, and Arabella Vanderbilt's purpose today was to scout for some fresh talents for the company. College students could hardly blend into such circles, making it difficult to encounter new blood at the venue. Therefore, Arabella walked slowly, planning to exit through the back door.
Just as she was passing by the terrace corridor, she faintly heard a familiar voice. She didn't want to pay attention, but suddenly, her name was mentioned.
Narrowing her eyes slightly, she stood still and silently listened to the two people finish their conversation. After pondering for a moment, she suddenly curled her lips into a sneer and left.
Guided by the dim light, she walked along the tree-lined path, over the bridge, and up a few small cement slopes.
This place was like a hundred-acre park, with winding paths intersecting and an abundance of flowers and greenery.
