By the time Lin Fang and Vivian arrived at the Mariotte Grand Hall, it was already 11:30 p.m.
As the valet hurried to open the car door, Vivian stepped out in a scarlet gown. Her hair was styled neatly, and her lips painted the same bold shade as her dress — elegant, poised, and in layman's terms, rich…
Lin Fang walked beside her, dressed in a plain black suit, the kind of standard formalwear used by personal guards.
But his face was strangely hidden behind a sleek wolf mask, which was popular these days due to the rise of cosplay events in Northern Yan.
Vivian glanced sideways, raising an eyebrow. She murmured, just enough for him to hear, "Was this really necessary?"
