The Olson mansion was surrounded by mountains and rivers in the suburbs. It felt a million miles from downtown.
"It's so luxurious," Janet said, admiring the grandeur. Her bright eyes focused on Brandon. "Shouldn't a diplomat live more modestly? Is it really appropriate for Ewing to be so high-profile?"
"Ewing's family are very wealthy, and Brenna was born into a noble family. It isn't surprising that they live in such a place," Brandon replied.
Swallowing hard, Janet took Brandon's arm.
Inside the mansion, people were chatting and toasting each other's good health and fortune. The guests were well-dressed. It was like a different, more luxurious world.
"Mr. Larson, you are finally here. Welcome."
Even in this crowd, Brandon was conspicuous. The moment he entered, he was spotted and surrounded by all kinds of people who wanted to talk to him.
Janet winked at Brandon and told him she would go and find Brenna.
Brandon gave her a subtle nod. Janet left his side and looked around. She accidentally collided with a well-dressed and dignified lady.
Janet bowed her head and apologized.
Another lady introduced then told her, "This is Mrs. Brenna Olson, the wife of the party's host, Mr. Ewing Olson."
What a way to meet Brenna?
"Mrs. Olson, I'm sorry I bumped into you," Janet greeted Brenna politely. "I'm Janet, a designer at W Marks Studio."
Brenna smiled modestly and said, "I know who you are. You are Mr. Larson's wife, but don't introduce yourself as a designer. Such a title would disqualify you as a guest, and you certainly could not sit here and chat with other ladies."
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