The night fell, and the evening banquet officially began.
Summer Lowell followed the others into the brightly lit, dazzling hall.
After a while, the much-anticipated Ms. Venus finally appeared on the spiral staircase inside the hall.
Venus, dressed in a black evening gown, gracefully descended the stairs and walked to the microphone at the bottom.
Standing at the back of the crowd, Summer Lowell clapped while enviously watching Venus, who seemed to be glowing from afar.
When would she ever reach the achievements of Ms. Venus?
That was the height she aspired to reach.
As she was thinking about it, a person dressed as a waiter approached her: "Excuse me, are you Stellart's Design Director, Ms. Summer Lowell?"
Summer looked at the serious expression of the person in front of her and couldn't help but feel puzzled. She nodded: "Yes, that's me. What's the matter?"
