Chapter 95
Chapter 95
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Just as people were chatting among themselves, several pairs of eyes quickly turned to Raven. Most guests had arrived in family groups, so her being alone made her stand out like a sore thumb,
“Which family is she from? I don’t think I’ve seen her before,” someone asked.
“Me neither. Maybe she’s from some big–name family that rarely shows up in public?” another added.
Raven paid no attention to their stares and walked straight through the entrance of the hotel.
As soon as she stepped inside, a hostess with a polite smile approached her. “Good evening, may I see your invitation. please!”
Normally. Raven would have waited for Lorne to send someone to escort her in. But since someone had already handed he an invitation, she saw no reason to make things complicated.
She held up the invitation she had just picked up and handed it to the hostess, “Will this do?”
The hostess gave the card a quick glance. She didn’t even open it, and then bowed slightly with clear respect. “Please, come
She had not verified whether the invitation was genuine. After all, anyone who received one of these invitations had to be someone important
One wrong move could cost her everything. If she offended the wrong person here, she might not just lose her job; she could lose her life.
Besides, a fake invitation? It was impossible. In all of Vyrdenia, nobody would be foolish enough to forge an invitation to one of General Lorne’s parties unless they had a death wish.
Raven gave a subtle nod, tucked the invitation back into her purse, and made her way toward the elevator that led to the top floor, where the party was being held.
As soon as she stepped in, a group of over ten people followed behind her and entered as well.
Once inside, nearly half of them had their eyes fixed on her.
ong after, a young man standing close to her broke the silence.
Not long
“What’s your name?”
“Raven Valor,” she replied plainly.
Her words caused a visible reaction from the crowd inside the elevator.
An older gentleman raised an eyebrow, suspicion and surprise flickering in his eyes. “You mean from the Valor family m Regalholde
“Son of Raven said vaguely, not wanting to get into it.
Everyone in the elevator looked at her with even more curiosity now, their eyes filled with unspoken questions.
Just as someone was about to ask another, the elevator chimed. They had arrived.
The doors slid open, and Haven stepped out without a word
She had intended to head straight to the general lounge to find Lome, but after only a few steps, something off to the side
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caught her eye, a display of finely crafted dessers.
Back near the elevator, the young man who had first spoken to her turned to the others with a puzzled look. “If I’m not mistaken, the Valor family is in the second tier. Would a family like that even qualify for a general’s invitation?”
The guy next to him. Merle Yardley, handsome and sharp, shook his head slightly. “As far as I know, General Drakon didn’t invite anyone below first–tier. You think she’s some social climber trying to bag a rich guy?”
The man frowned. “That’s risky as hell. No one would dare sneak into a party like this unless they had a death wish.”
Merle smirked. “Well, there’s one way to find out.” With that, he strolled confidently toward Raven
By this time. Raven had already settled into her seat, nibbling on a few desserts.
Without asking, Merle sat down across from her, flashing a gentlemanly smile. “Miss Valor, hope you don’t mind if I sit here?
Raven looked up briefly, giving him a once–over. He reminded her a little of Preston, same polished style, but nowhere near as attractive or genuinely kind.
Just one glance, and she turned back to her plate. “Does it matter? You already sat down, didn’t you?” Her tone was flat, indifferent.
Merle’s smile froze. He was used to winning people over in seconds, especially women. He had never been brushed off like
And she came from a second–tier family. That was bad enough. But she didn’t even come close to the prettiest woman he had dated hell, not even half as good–looking as the worst one.
His expression turned cold. Deciding not to waste time with pleasantries, he went straight to the point. “Miss Valor, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where exactly did you get your invitation?”
Raven frowned. “What’s it to you?” she said, clearly annoyed. Having someone talk nonstop while she was eating was seriously killing her mood.
To Merle, that sounded like an admission of guilt.
He chuckled, but there was no warmth in his voice. “I’ve met my share of social girls, but none of them ever had your guts.”
“Still, I am curious. What gave you the nerve? Is it confidence? Talent? Looks?” He gave her a slow once–over and sneered, “Hardly. So what makes you think you belong here?”
“Honestly, if you were at least decent–looking, I might have let it slide. Maybe even forgiven you if you pissed me off. A night with me, and maybe I’d look the other way. But you?” He scoffed.
“A plain Jane like you? Please. Even if you begged to sleep with me, I wouldn’t fuck you,” he added.
The last word had barely left his mouth when suddenly a voice rang out.
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