Marcel Was In a Good Mood

Lydia was sitting at two tables to the right of Marcel's VIP table. Lydia nodded at Marcel, but he frowned and was very unhappy.

Lydia looked away.

Shortly after, she received a message from Marcel. "Why didn't you reply when I asked you when you were coming to the hotel this afternoon?"

Only then did Lydia realise that Marcel had sent her a message in the afternoon, but she did not see it. "I'm also quite busy," Lydia replied.

Marcel replied, "What are your plans for tonight?"

"The dinner party will probably end very late. You're such a busy person, won't you leave first?"

"There's plenty of time tonight." This sentence was full of endless ambiguous hints.

Lydia couldn't help but put on a faint smile, but she was caught by Lucia's sharp eyes. "Oh, Lydia, what's so happy?"

Although Seve had been replying to the news with her head lowered, as if she didn't know what was happening in the outside world, when she heard Lucia's question, she immediately noticed something and said to Lucia, "Mind your own business."

Lucia was suddenly at a loss for words after hearing Seve's words. After a long time, she squeezed out a sentence, "Sister Seve, could you not be so fierce?"

Seve lowered her head and replied, "I've always been like this."

Lucia was even more at a loss for words.

The host went on stage. After a round of introduction and flattery, it was the turn of the other speakers to speak.

The first to go on stage was Marcel.

Marcel read from the script, while Lucia held her head and acted infatuated. "Mr. Marcel is so handsome and so imposing."

When Seve, who had been replying to messages with her head lowered, heard this, she immediately said, "Don't think about the impossible."

Lucia was so angry that her face turned red. She clenched her small fists between her legs, as if she wanted to give Seve a good beating.

Lydia watched them bicker and was very happy. Lucia was small and cute while Seve was capable and handsome. The two of them seemed to fit each other very well. Lydia could not help but imagine them being intimate.

When Marcel finished, there was warm applause from below. Marcel glanced at Lydia and walked down the stage. He took out his phone and pressed it.

The next second, Lydia received a message. "How was my speech?"

Lydia could not help but bite her lip. This was clearly typed before he went on stage. He was waiting for it to be sent to her.

She did not expect a person in his thirties to do such a childish thing.

"Good, very good," Lydia replied.

When Marcel saw the message, he could not hide his laughter.

Lucia saw it and said, "Mr. Marcel is in a good mood today."

Lydia pretended not to know anything and nodded. "Yes, he is."

The speeches went on and on. At seven o'clock, the banquet officially began. The stage was filled with singing and dancing performances while the people began toasting one round after another.

Irene Dunbar first picked up her wine glass to toast Marcel. Marcel waved his hand and said, "I won't drink tonight."

His words were very loud, and the people at the surrounding tables heard him. Those who were prepared to toast Marcel immediately felt discouraged.

But Irene Dunbar felt that he was just joking. "Mr. Marcel, the atmosphere tonight is so good, you should at least drink a little. How about this, I'll drink two glasses and you drink one?"

Marcel repeated impatiently, "I won't drink tonight."

Irene Dunbar still did not give up. "Then how about this, just drink one glass. On behalf of all the crew, I toast to you."

As she spoke, she intentionally or unintentionally moved closer to Marcel. At the same time, because she was standing, in order to look flirtatious with Marcel, she bent down and moved her chest closer to Marcel's body.

Marcel was very speechless. He beckoned Nourse over with his hand. "Drink for me."

Nourse immediately picked up the glass and downed it in one gulp. Then, he showed the glass to everyone. "I'm done."

Irene Dunbar said, "Isn't this a little..."

Brooks immediately came to the rescue. "Miss Dunbar, aren't you going to toast me? Since you're not going to toast me, then I'll toast you."

Brooks picked up his glass and clinked it with Irene Dunbar, who had no choice but to drink the wine.

Lydia's side was prepared to watch the show, but Marcel ended it with a "no drinking", so tt wasn't exciting at all.

Just as she was about to eat seriously, Mia, the actress who almost poked her with the incense during the day, walked up to Lydia with several people. One of them was holding a wine dispenser filled with white wine.