I took a new glass of champagne from the tray of a passing server.
The bubbles at the bottom of the glass rushed upward one after another.
"Only after the storm has passed will we know who is qualified to sit at the final negotiating table."
"I understand."
A shrewd light flashed in Carter's eyes.
"In the face of a changing structure, sometimes it is indeed necessary to make a bold investment. I will arrange for the procedures to continue first thing tomorrow morning."
Olivia's POV
I walked back into the hall.
Even with my back turned to the guests, I could still feel their gazes.
Those gazes clung to my back like stubborn patches that could not be shaken off.
"Is that her?"
A woman asked loudly beside the dessert table.
"I can't believe she actually came."
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