Downstairs.
Feeling Abel's gaze, Betty turned her face and glared at him fiercely.
Abel was spotted by her but didn't feel embarrassed at all; instead, he smiled at her.
"Princess Betty, would you like to dance with me?"
Betty gave him no face at all.
"No interest."
"Every girl who rejects me will regret it in the future." Abel glanced towards the stairs, noticed Barton's assistant leaving, and immediately pretended to find a new target. He walked upstairs, approached a young girl standing alone, and handed the drink in his hand to her. "I wonder, if I have the honor?"
The young girl, ordinary in appearance, had been ignored all night. Feeling secretly depressed, she suddenly saw Abel approaching and striking up a conversation; naturally, she felt secretly delighted and hurriedly took his glass.
"Thank you."
Abel quickly glanced at the corridor, saw Barton's assistant's back, and immediately put his arm around the young girl's waist. "How about we go chat over there?"
