At the Silver Nimbus Courtyard.

In the VIP room on the second floor.

A silhouette stood with hands behind her back, gazing at the man below who was blended in with the crowd. Her beautiful eyes showed delight.

Not far from her, a man who was playing chess got up and stood beside her.

He too looked at the indifferent man standing among the crowd, complicated waves surging in his eyes.

After a while, he started to speak.

“Queenie, that’s your big brother. Aren’t you going to greet him?”

“You poured your heart and soul out for this banquet, after all.”

When he was finished with his words, he gazed at her quietly.

He hailed from the impressive York lineage and the first of the four masters of the family, Quinton York.

The woman before him was Queenie York.

Quinton York’s expressions did not change much, but Quinton’s words had a deeper meaning. The way he spoke was as if he was teasing and testing her at the same time.

She acted like she didn’t hear anything he said and continu