There was a beautiful invitation letter on the office desk.

Avery opened the envelope and glanced at the contents of the letter.

It was an invitation to a summit.

Mike came. He saw her holding the invitation and said, "If you don't want to go—"

"I'll go," she said, before opening her purse to take out her lipstick. She began fixing her makeup.

Mike exclaimed, "You are provoked, aren't you? Is that your new lipstick? It is such a bright color! You usually look quite gentle, but with that, you look like a queen. Wanda would be no match for you even if she multiplied herself by ten."

Once Avery was done, she placed her powder and lipstick back in her purse and looked at Mike. "Are you coming with me?"

"Of course. I'll be your driver."

Elites of all fields had gathered for the summit. Upon Avery's arrival, she was immediately invited backstage by the organizer.

"Miss Tate, we need you to give a speech later. You'll need to speak for about twenty minutes. You might want to prepa