Of course,
Duke Miss had every reason to be tired of such occasions:
Ever since she inherited Grand Duke Christopher's seat, she had attended countless receptions like this.
Yet every time, she had to deal with those smug second- and third-generation heirs in suits. Like a swarm of buzzing flies, they tried to catch her attention with clumsy pickup lines.
In other words,
These greasy flies who called themselves gentlemen were the source of her greatest disgust.
So Angelia had arranged for security to throw these "flies" out of the venue more than once.
There had even been one time when an arrogant young playboy insulted her and was thrown straight into the sea to feed the fish.
In fact,
It was not just him. Angelia had also arranged for someone to throw his father into the sea.
Of course,
After that, she encountered far fewer problems of that sort.
But Angelia still could not summon the slightest interest in such occasions.
She would rather stay in a quiet corner and discuss plans concerning the Twilight Star Cluster and the Eternal Night Kingdom with Su Wen than waste time on such hypocritical socializing.
So at that moment, she merely clinked glasses with Boyle a few times and bid her farewell:
"I'll leave little Lucia in your care."
"Of course."
Big Sis Boyle was quite easygoing and did not feel overly saddened by this parting.
Or rather,
She had gone through scenes like this far too many times.
Meanwhile, the handsome Scholar stood by the reception's window with a wineglass in hand, gazing up at the cyberpunk-like splendor of the neon lights.
They wove and danced across the night sky like countless luminous serpents, dyeing the entire sky above the Silver Star Ring in dreamlike colors.
But beneath the cover of