When Yale talked to Krystal, it was just like how Krystal talked to Ethan. The one getting the attention never had much interest in the person giving them attention.

Krystal glanced at Yale indifferently before replying in a careless tone, "Thanks."

With that, Krystal made her way to Ethan. Yale, who was ignored, clenched his fists in secret.

Ethan was wearing a formal suit and leather shoes. Paired with his half mask, he looked not just handsome but full of mystery as well. A lot of women had their eyes on him.

"Sova." Lifting the hem of her skirt, Krystal joyfully ran over to him.

Olivia swirled the crystal glass in her hand, smiling as she watched the fairytale-like scene.

Krystal was very tall, so she wore heels that were only two inches tall. When she ran toward Ethan, she accidentally slipped, and she looked like she was about to fall onto Ethan.

Under such circumstances, if Krystal tripped and fell, she would make a fool of herself.

No one would turn a blind eye to that,