The bar on the first floor was already bubbling with people's voices by now.
Anthony was quite well-known in California. Under the power of his summons, his friends brought more friends along and filled up the place.
The lights in the entire bar were blurry, and men and women were twisting their bodies fervently on the dance floor.
Angela, who wore a long red gown, was sitting in the corner with a drink in her hand and her cheeks rosy. Next to her, her group of fair-weather friends was complimenting her.
"Hotel Finest's not cheap, Angela. Anthony must have big plans in mind, right? Is he… going to propose?"
"He must be proposing! I'm sure of it! Isn't your sister back? I heard that even the marriage certificate has been torn into pieces. With that, their engagement can officially be considered annulled!"
