"You said you wanted my help?" Dylan looked around. The ballroom had already been set up and only needed some final touches.

The hotel staff was busy, but everything was in order. It seemed that there was no need for his help. He furrowed his brows, and a sense of annoyance surged from within.

"Can you stop using these lowly tactics?"

Sharon would go to any lengths to see him, just like before. His cold tone and disgusted gaze caught her off guard.

Moments later, she smiled with a hint of