Someone in the crowd chuckled and mocked, "You don't even know who owns Sautoir Fine Jewelry. Who in the world did she collaborate with?"

This statement stirred the crowd, leading to a chorus of hisses.

"Even if you're boasting, do some research in advance. You've shown your ignorance and got embarrassed, right? How can the Chandler family be so shameless?”

I recognized the voice—it was Arnold.

Sure enough, he strolled out of the crowd with his hands in his pockets, staring straight at Hazelyn. "Where did you get your confidence from?”

Atlas calmly added, "Ignorance is forgivable. I'll make sure she deeply understands what being poor and shabby truly means."

Afterward, Atlas embraced me and turned to Nick, saying, "Is Mr. Nathan here? Let's talk business."

The high-level executives nodded and bowed, "Mr. Nathan has been waiting for you, Mr. Atlas. This way, please."

As our group was about to leave, Arnold said, "Ms. Hazelyn, here's a piece of advice for you. Be careful with you