Lance chuckled. “So, besides you and Ms. Nixon, who’s drunk, there’s no third person. You call this a party? Where’s Nicole? What about Mr. Carter?”

He wondered why Ian could join, but he could not, so he found a few friends to drink here too.

Lance wanted to make it seem like a chance encounter.

However, this was no chance encounter. It was just a shock.

Yvette gulped. “Nicole just left, and Ian left too because he had something to do...”

That was the truth.

Lance said, “That’s quite a coincidence, huh? That’s why you called these men over?”

Yvette lowered her head and did not speak.

She had an expression as if she had done something wrong and was meekly admitting it.

The few gentlemen sensed that the atmosphere was not right.

However, the person they came to serve was Yvette. They did not dare to leave without Yvette’s word.

Some of them secretly looked at the man. His looks and aura were first-class, and that kind of arrogance that came from his bones was accumulated thro