Chapter 126
At first, Lila didn’t think much of it. Vince’s words made sense and seemed reasonable.
However, she sensed the ambiguity in his tone. She was sharp and perceptive but wasn’t the type to press for answers. So, she simply smiled and nodded.
The dinner went smoothly, with no tension. It was almost over when Vince took out three gold-embossed invitations.
The other three were puzzled, and Jamie spoke up first. “Vince, what’s this?”
He smiled lightly. “Lane Group will hold a charity gala in a few days. Many influential people from the industry will be there. You’ll have a chance to meet them.”
He placed the invitations on the table. “This is a special invitation with reserved seating.”
Lila was quick to understand, having observed the siblings throughout the dinner. Their relationship seemed both familiar and distant. From what Jamie had said before, the two had spent years apart, one overseas and one domestically.
Given that Lane Group had an entertainment division, it seemed like the best choice for Jamie to join upon returning home. However, that hadn’t happened.
He clearly wanted to take care of her, so she likely didn’t want to join Lane Group and instead planned to make her own way. The invitation was just a ticket to the event; who they met and what opportunities arose would depend on them.
Lila was actually quite pleased with this, as she didn’t want to rely on the Morgan family’s reputation.
After dinner, as the night grew, she waved goodbye to the trio and drove back. To her surprise, she ran into Terry in the hotel lobby.
His clothes were wrinkled, and his face had several bruises, as if he had just been in a fight. When he saw her, he quickly walked over; it was clear he was waiting for her.
“I was going to wait for you outside your room, but the hotel wouldn’t disclose your room number.”
Lila nodded as she had asked the receptionist not to share her room details.
“What happened to you?”
Terry clearly didn’t want to talk about it and waved his hand dismissively. “Nothing.”
“Why are you here so late then? Is there something urgent?”
He averted his gaze. He had come here for business, then dropped by to look for Dorian, only to learn that Dorian didn’t have any scenes tonight. So, he went to his place instead.
When he got out of the elevator, he heard a woman moaning. His brow furrowed, and a strange feeling stirred in his chest.
He circled and saw two people standing against the wall, clearly drunk. The woman was leaning on Dorian, her shoulder exposed as Dorian’s kiss trailed from her lips down her neck.
Terry recognized the woman—she was a rising star whose appearance was charming and seductive.
She whispered, teasing him, “Someone’s outside. It would be bad if we’re seen. Let’s go to your room; if not, we can go to mine.”
Dorian’s chest burned with desire, but when he looked up and saw Terry, the fire immediately died.
“What are you doing?” Terry’s usually carefree, wealthy demeanor was now cold and chilling.
“What’s wrong?” The actress, who was still in Dorian’s arms, looked at him sidelong.
Dorian belatedly pushed her away. “Sorry, I drank too much.”
The actress’ eyes darkened, clearly displeased at the abrupt end to their moment.
But then she grinned and teasingly tapped his chest with her well-manicured finger. “Next time, then.”
Before Dorian could enter the elevator, Terry punched his face. “Fuck you!”
The punch ignited Dorian’s anger.