In the golden, softly lit ballroom, the sound of arguing seemed especially grating.
The source of it was a figure gripping the arm of a black-haired young man. His angry expression had apparently frightened the young man's female companion stiff.
Yet the young man himself merely looked at him calmly.
What was going on!?
All the nearby guests who noticed were filled with surprise. Someone was actually having a conflict on an occasion like this.
Generally speaking, in a situation like this, the "guardian" of the lower-status side would step forward first and make them apologize.
Then the other side would also come forward, say it was nothing, shake hands, and make peace. After all, aside from mortal enemies, there was nothing that could not be resolved on the surface in social circles.
The problem was that they knew the identity of that young man quite well. He was the son of a major chain corporation.
While his family was not at the very top at tonight's gathering, it was still a highly powerful enterprise.
But who was that black-haired young man? Who had brought him in?
After their surprise, everyone realized they had no impression of him whatsoever. However, judging from his Huaxia appearance,
and the influence a foreign company could possibly wield here, they could already foresee the ending where he apologized.
Henry Congreve thought the same. Faced with this unknown foreigner, he had absolute confidence in his family's company. More than the contemptuous act of pouring champagne at his feet just now,
what mattered more was that gaze, as though the other party stood somewhere higher and looked down upon him. He could hardly wait to see the person before him being ordered by his "guardian" to apologize!
Yet no stern middle-aged man stepped forward with a