The event hall was bustling with a lively and harmonious atmosphere. Isabella Weaver felt particularly relaxed, her gaze sweeping across the room until she suddenly noticed someone staring at her, causing her to pause.
Milo Field?
What is he doing here?
She vaguely remembered that he had signed with a talent agency and entered the entertainment industry as an actor. He shouldn't be able to attend such auctions.
Milo Field held a wine glass, slowly walking over.
"Isabella, long time no see. You're even more beautiful than before."
This kind of opening remark was inexplicably tinged with an ambiguous air, his tone tender and lingering, easily leading to misunderstandings.
Ben Hunter and Nick Ross both frowned and looked over.
In such a formal setting, everyone came to discuss collaboration and make money. No one dared to speak to Isabella Weaver with such a suggestive tone. Was this clueless person simply brainless, or just oblivious?
