The annual gala of Marson Group was held at the most luxurious hotel in paris.
That evening, the hotel entrance was lined with luxury cars, as business tycoons who collaborated with Marson Group arrived one after another.
The grand antique lotus chandelier hanging from the ceiling cast an air of elegance and mystery over the entire hotel, transforming it into a scene reminiscent of an old European castle.
Every guest was dressed in exquisite evening wear, as if attending a grand ball from a bygone century.
Under the heated gazes of the crowd, Beauty, draped in a striking floor-length crimson gown, walked gracefully on Lucas's arm as they made their way forward.
The light shimmered over Lucas's finely tailored, pale-gray suit, making him appear radiant.
"President Marson is here—and that woman beside him must be the girl he adopted, right?
Who would've thought she'd end up as his woman?
How enviable!"
"Not to mention, Miss Ava is absolutely stunning.
