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