"Who's Freda?"
"What the hell is this person even saying?"
"How can the CEO possibly fall in love with a cleaner?"
"Gosh! This makes no sense at all!"
"Mr. Edison's entire day is officially ruined. What kind of twisted joke is this person trying to pull?"
"Whoa… wait a second, are two women actually fighting over that young man?"
"Well damn… now this is getting really interesting."
"Tonight's supposed to be all about the birthday boy, not CEO Augustine of Gyapm Corporation."
"I knew this party wouldn't end without drama. Rich people always bring chaos whenever they gather," a male cleaner muttered, his voice blending perfectly with the chorus of murmurs, complaints, and whispers of shock echoing through the crowd.
Meanwhile, Augustine, whose gaze had been locked on the chaos ahead, suddenly turned to Charles, his grip on his hand still tight, almost desperate. "I… I don't know what's going on," he whispered, his voice trembling just enough for Charles to hear the fear in it.
