Berkeley Tower blazed with lights, its magnificent structure resembling a gigantic cruise ship shimmering all over as it stretched across District 7 of Central Royal City at night.
The revolving restaurant on the top floor was disconnected from all the other floors. There was no way to take an elevator up from below; one could only arrive by flying car and land on the parking pad after receiving permission.
At this moment, social elites on the rooftop of Berkeley Tower had linked arms with their male and female companions for the evening.
Marquis Wendy, in his fifties, was not as sleazy as one might have imagined. Instead, he stood six-foot-two, refined and courteous, with all his hair combed back, looking spirited and energetic. Dressed in a tailcoat, he exchanged pleasantries with familiar dignitaries.
"You want to kill him?!" Black Spider looked at Qing Chen in shock.
When she had carried the birthday cake back, she had actually hoped to celebrate a quiet birthday.
But employees had to have the awareness of employees. Even if she had found hope in life, even if she had wanted the robot girl and her boss to celebrate her birthday with her, when her boss said there was a mission to carry out, she had to put all her plans aside.
Still, she felt a little down.
Ever since Black Spider had bought that dress, she had decided to leave her former self behind. So when Qing Chen asked her to play Marquis Winston's female companion, she felt somewhat dejected. It was as if she had thought everything was about to change, only to realize that nothing had actually changed.
Yet at this moment, she suddenly realized that Qing Chen had not forgotten her birthday.
The instant Black Spider saw Marquis Wendy, she understood that