Music still flowed through the banquet hall.
But everyone seemed frozen in place.
Hands holding wineglasses hung suspended in midair, half-spoken words caught in their throats. Even the bubbles swirling in the champagne flutes seemed to have slowed along with them. They had thought tonight would be nothing more than a rather high-end birthday party for socialites.
Pleasantries, conversations, networking, making an impression.
But who could have imagined that this so-called "high-end" event could reach such an utterly ridiculous level?!
Su Yu.
Ouyang Xuanyue.
Either one of them, appearing alone at any event, would have been more than enough to become the absolute center of attention.
And now, even Director Jin, who had always kept a low profile, had shown up.
She had even come through the ordinary guest entrance.
No assistant clearing the way, no bodyguards sweeping the area—she had simply walked in without a sound.
This was no longer merely beyond expectations.
It was like thinking you were climbing a mountain, struggling all the way to the Mid-Levels, only to discover that the true summit was still above the clouds.
And after passing through the clouds, you found that the summit was still impossibly far away.
When everyone looked at Lin Mu Xue again, their eyes were filled with awe and dread.
Luna's connections were terrifying beyond belief!
In a corner not far away, Li Shumin and Zhang Jiahong, who had been excitedly talking about chasing celebrities just moments ago, were now completely dumbfounded.
Ling Ling's breathing quickened, as though thunder had exploded inside her head.
Back on the thirty-eighth floor, the moment Secretary Jin had walked toward them, a vague, indescribable feeling had already begun to surface in her heart. Now, looking at all the heavyweight figures in the banquet hall either standing up, nodding, or instinctively