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Peter Moss, a manager of the Lowe Group, watched the commotion with growing irritation. He rushed over and snapped at Debra, “Bitch, Mr. Odom noticed you. Do you even know how lucky you are? Acting like this, do you not want a future in this business?”
Debra recognized him as the one who had been accompanying Edgar earlier. The atmosphere grew tense, and it became clear that the people here had their methods for dealing with disobedient actresses.
As two bodyguards moved toward her, the security guard from earlier, who had verified her invitation, rushed forward, shouting. “Stop!”
He rushed over to Peter and whispered something to the latter. Peter’s face paled instantly.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
“Why are you telling me this now?”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
Straightening his suit, Peter forced a smile and turned to Debra, the aggression now replaced with an overly polite tone. “My deepest apologies, Miss. This was all just a misunderstanding. Since you’re here representing the Potter Group, please, feel free to enjoy yourself. If anyone causes you any trouble, don’t hesitate to let me know.”
Debra hummed in consent and sidestepped the situation. Her supposed status as a representative from the Potter Group, courtesy of Andrew, was nothing more than a protective cover.
As she walked off, Peter reprimanded the guards and then hurried back to Edgar, bowing his head apologetically.
“Mr. Odom, I sincerely apologize for the confusion earlier. That lady represents the upper management of the Potter Group. She’s not one of the participants for tonight. I’m sure we can find someone else more suitable for your taste.”
“Alright.”
Edgar’s chest tightened with annoyance, but he didn’t press the issue. This was, after all, the Lowe Group’s event, and even he had to show some restraint here,
From what Debra had observed, she was starting to piece things together. The whole event reeked of something far more sinister than a business party. The female celebrities, actresses, and influencers present weren’t just guests. They were prey, handpicked for the amusement of the elite.
She had already noticed a common trait among women. Every one of them was wearing a faint but visible crest of the Lowe Group. Like cattle marked for slaughter, they were commodities, waiting to be bought and used at the whim of the powerful.
The thought made her stomach churn.
It was rare for female entrepreneurs to make an appearance in this circle, and on the odd occasion that they did, they were usually escorted by specific men.
As the evening wore on and the alcohol flowed freely, the atmosphere reached its peak. Debra casually glanced around and witnessed couples stealing kisses in dark corners, while powerful male entrepreneurs brazenly made advances on women. The air was thick with a sense of decadence and
opulence.
Just then, a drunken man staggered towards her, slurring his words. “Hey, beautiful, why are you all alone? Come have a drink with me.”
The man, with a prominent belly, reached out to grab Debra’s arm.
However, Peter, anticipating trouble, had already stationed someone behind Debra. Before the drunkard could lay a hand on her, he was swiftly intercepted and restrained.