The gala officially began at six in the evening. Since Andrew and Dylan were not there to dance, they found a spot to sit down and sample the gourmet offerings while keeping an eye on Finley and Yvonne's movements.

The West End gala attracted Jayrodale's elite society, and the dining area showcased nothing but premium delicacies.

"There are some real beauties here, like that Serena," Dylan said admiringly. "I wouldn't mind getting to know such a sultry woman."

Andrew gave him an odd look and said, "You're sick—you've got the Casanova Syndrome."

"Mr. Lloyd, is this Casanova Syndrome serious?" Dylan asked anxiously, knowing that Andrew was a brilliant physician whose diagnoses were never to be taken lightly.

Andrew peeled a lobster tail, popped it in his mouth, and shook his head. "This condition is usually incurable."

"Incurable?" Dylan's face turned pale. "Mr. Lloyd, am I going to die?"

"You won't die," Andrew laughed, making Dylan sigh with relief.

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