The polite query asked: "Miss, is there anything you need?"
Isabel Smith grabbed a glass of red wine, softly thanked them, and walked towards the lonely-lit corner. She looked at the faces in the crowd, recognizing them one by one.
Many familiar faces. The six years didn't seem to leave any marks on anyone's face, and Isabel could easily recognize who was who.
However, that was not the key point. The real focus was on finding Percy Stanton.
Isabel searched among the crowd for a long time but didn't find that handsome man. She frowned, feeling a little anxious. She took out her mobile phone from her bag, planning to go to the restroom and call Percy Stanton. Just as she turned around, a voice came from the President's Podium, far away: "Ladies and gentlemen, good evening, everyone. We are delighted to have you join us for celebrating Smith Corporation's 60th anniversary..."