Charity Gala, Running into Angelina Jolie!

The next day, New York's weather shook off winter's gloom. Sunlight streamed through the clouds onto Manhattan's streets, bathing the steel forest in a warm golden glow.

Li Fei did not immediately set off for Los Angeles.

According to the original schedule, he needed to attend a charity gala jointly hosted by the NBA and UNICEF.

It was a social responsibility expected of the league's top stars, as well as an important part of maintaining one's public image.

The gala was held in the ballroom of the Waldorf Hotel.

The venue glittered with stars. Business tycoons, political dignitaries, Hollywood celebrities, and NBA players had gathered under one roof, the air filled with perfume, elegant attire, and clinking glasses.

Li Fei wore a well-tailored dark blue Tom Ford suit over a simple white shirt. He had skipped the tie, leaving two buttons casually undone at the collar, looking both formal and relaxed.

At 2.24 meters tall, he already stood out from the crowd like a crane among chickens. Add to that a face handsome enough to eclipse even Hollywood's biggest leading men, and he became the center of attention the moment he entered.

He smiled as he exchanged pleasantries with NBA Commissioner David Stern, UN officials, and several business magnates he knew. Every gesture carried a maturity and composure far beyond his years.

Just as he held a glass of champagne and prepared to find a quiet corner to rest for a while, a figure stepped in front of him.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Li Fei?"

The voice held a distinctive huskiness, as though it had been steeped in the finest whiskey—sexy and magnetic.

Li Fei looked over at the sound, and his breath caught.

The woman before him possessed a face that even he found stunning.

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