Nicole was sure that this woman's identity was most likely not fake.
If Ann did not have such a sensitive identity, she would not be so alert to the details.
Nicole did not shy away and met Ann’s gaze, then casually turned her head away.
Yvette pulled her to sit on the chair to the side and waited for the person on the phone to reply.
Nicole also sat calmly. Her fingers tapped on the chair as she thought about something.
No one below noticed them.
Between the guests and the glasses intertwining, the lively sound of music was almost suppressed.
Nicole could not help but glance over again. The woman’s eyes had fallen on Eric’s body again.
Eric was still drinking glass after glass of wine.
He did not speak and did not pay attention to people who came to talk to him.
Some women tried to come and say hello, but they subconsciously shrunk back because of Ann, who was sitting opposite him.
Soon after, Yvette was so surprised she almost fell off her stool.
"OMG! Nicole, that woman is really involved in arms dealing. Her brother is a famous leader in South Asia and is infamous in the underworld. How did she get here? And... She even imitated your appearance."
If her background was fake, Yvette would not be so shocked.
However, it happened to be real.
"Wait. She looks fine in the photo. Why does she have t o imitate you? Oh, her real name isn't Ann. It's Angie!"
Yvette laughed and looked up at her.
"She even stole your name. I believe that her coming here must have something to do with you."
Yvette paused and smiled cunningly.
"Wait here. I'll show you a good show."
Then, Yvette sent a message to someone and told Nicole to look below.
Not even a minute later, Riley ran over in a huff and stopped beside Eric’s table.
His expression was extremely ugly.
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