Right after that, a taxi screeched to a halt, its tired engine coughing out a cloud of exhaust fumes, the security guard, clad in his formal attire, moved swiftly to intercept it. His expression, a mix of confusion and disapproval, betrayed his instinct to redirect the vehicle away from the grandeur of the event. However, his hand hesitated mid-air as a passenger within the taxi produced an invitation card, silencing his objections with a simple yet authoritative gesture.In the midst of the crowd, curious whispers and pointed stares followed the taxi's unconventional arrival, casting a shadow of intrigue over the otherwise glamorous affair. Alana, her demeanor exuding an air of refined elegance, exchanged a disdainful glance with Kevin Lang, the esteemed doctor, as they both watched the scene unfold before them. Brian, his polished facade momentarily faltering, furrowed his brow in disbelief, while Nancy, her features twisted into a mask of haughty superiority, raised a disdainful ey

As Kevin's words hung in the air, Alana wasted no time joining the conversation, eager to add her own barbs to the mix. "Frankly, I'm surprised to see you here, Calvin," she remarked, her tone dripping with thinly veiled contempt. Her gaze swept over Calvin, from his meticulously tailored suit to his polished shoes, with a disdainful flick of her eyes."That suit you're wearing," she continued, her voice laced with skepticism, "it's far too expensive for someone like you. Where did you get the money for it? Borrowing, perhaps?" Her words were like icy daggers, cutting through the already tense atmosphere, eliciting murmurs of agreement from the surrounding guests.Calvin, however, remained composed in the face of her accusations. He met Alana's gaze squarely, his expression unwavering. "Alana, that is none of your concern," he stated firmly, his voice tinged with defiance. "You claim to be from high society, but your attitude doesn't reflect it. It's true that money can't buy you clas

Calvin and Christina glanced in Nancy's direction, noticing her intense glare directed at them. Nancy's voice, edged with anger. Her voice was full of anger, “I will ask again. Are you talking about me?”Christina responded nonchalantly, "Well, if we were, would it be a problem?" Her casual demeanor seemed to irk Nancy even more, who let out an exasperated growl.Turning her attention back to the fashion show, Christina maintained her composed stance, refusing to be drawn into further confrontation with Nancy. Calvin just smiled, knowing that Christina and Nancy were like fire and ice. As the show progressed, showcasing one exquisite ensemble after another, the atmosphere in the room was electric with anticipation.As the MC's voice reverberated through the grand ballroom, guests turned their attention to the sleek tablets stationed at their tables. The devices glowed softly in the dim light, displaying a dazzling array of haute couture and ready-to-wear ensembles showcased in the fir

Christina intervened once again, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade as she addressed Kevin Lang, her words laced with authority. "Dr. Lang, please maintain your composure and refrain from disrupting the proceedings," she admonished, her gaze unwavering.Alana, however, wasted no time in leaping to Kevin's defense, her features twisted with disdain as she hurled accusations towards Calvin. "Calvin has no place gracing the halls of such esteemed gatherings. His presence here is nothing short of discomfort for everyone," she argued vehemently, shooting a venomous glare in Calvin's direction.Calvin swallowed hard, a bitter taste rising in his throat as he felt the sting of Alana's words. How had he once found solace in her presence, he wondered, now feeling only a sense of betrayal.But Christina refused to let Alana's accusations go unchallenged. "Calvin has earned his place here. He's a respected individual," she declared emphatically, her voice ringing with conviction.

Terrance's footsteps were cautious as he approached Calvin, his expression a mixture of concern and apprehension. Leaning in close, he spoke in a hushed tone, his words a gentle plea. "Calvin, perhaps you shouldn't do this. I can help you save face and leave the charity event early if you'd like," he offered, his voice laced with genuine concern for Calvin's well-being.Calvin met Terrance's gaze with a grateful nod, acknowledging his friend's genuine concern. "Thank you for your offer, Terrance, but I've made up my mind," he replied softly, his tone resolute.Terrance sighed softly, his shoulders sagging with resignation. "Very well, Calvin. If you're certain," he conceded reluctantly, realizing the futility of dissuading Calvin from his decision.Despite Terrance's concerns, Calvin remained steadfast in his resolve. He saw the auction not just as an opportunity to acquire valuable items, but also as an investment in his medical and cultivation skills. With the knowledge he gained fr