But meeting Serena's cool, bright eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He even replied subconsciously, "Yes, I will."
The moment Serena left, Black Jack stood up.
The assistant jumped and quickly said, "Miss, you…"
"Don't worry, I won't run off." Black Jack's smile was bewitching. "I'm just here with my friend to see the sights, not to cause trouble. I'll just look around. I promise I won't bother anyone."
As she spoke, she slung an arm around the assistant's shoulder. "Hey, handsome, where's the designers' lounge?"
Being so close to such a glamorous and alluring beauty made the assistant's face instantly turn red.
He stammered, "The designers' lounge... i-it's only for the competing designers…"
"I know. I just want to take a look." Black Jack patted the assistant's shoulder with a grin. "If you're worried, you can just follow me."
The assistant knew that Daphne had repeatedly instructed him that these two were her most honored guests and that all their needs were to be met unconditionally. Even if they wanted to wreck the place, he was not only to let them, but to help them.
That was a direct quote from Ms. Rainsford.
The assistant didn't dare to offend her. Seeing Black Jack's insistence, he could only personally lead her toward the designers' lounge.
The lounge was enormous. It had a refreshment area and a relaxation zone, and it looked utterly luxurious.
Daphne clearly took the jewelry design competition she was hosting very seriously.
The designers, who were about to compete, were gathered in small groups, talking in low voices.
And all eyes were involuntarily drawn to the same person—Hailey.

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