Shaw escorted Zelia into the venue, where reception staff were already waiting.
The interior showcased this year's haute couture jewelry from various brands. Zelia spotted several well-designed pieces as she walked along.
Shaw, mindful of the time, informed Zelia. "Mrs. Hillton, Mr. Hillton is waiting for you upstairs."
Zelia, engrossed in the jewelry display, was reluctant to go upstairs. "Why is he waiting for me?"
"Mrs. Hillton..." As Shaw was pondering how to persuade Zelia, his phone rang. It was Nathan.
"Mr. Hillton, Mrs. Hillton is still occupied at the moment," Shaw said, avoiding mentioning Zelia's reluctance.
Nathan, anticipating her actions, instructed. "Give her the phone."
Relieved, Shaw quickly handed the phone to Zelia. "Mrs. Hillton, it's Mr. Hillton."
"What is it?
