Madelyn had not seen fireworks in a long time. She said, "Sure. Let me go to the restroom first."

After exiting the private room, she followed a waiter's guidance to the restroom. In the relatively quiet corridor, she overheard voices from inside the restroom.

Two girls were touching up their makeup and fixing their hair in front of the mirror.

"What's so great about her for Dorian and Clement to focus all their attention on her? We can do what she does!"

"Yes! I've had a two-million-dollar wine, too. She looked so arrogant, as if everyone was indebted to her. So she has a wealthy brother; what's so impressive about that?"

"Her brother probably doesn't even acknowledge her anymore. I bet she's just pretending to be rich in front of us."

"None of us are as pretentious as her. Who knows if that bottle of wine was even real!"

Madelyn turned around and walked away indifferently.

She did not return to the room. Instead, she found a quiet place to sit.

A faint light illuminated the