Scumbags

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In the banquet hall.

The housekeeper approached Violet and whispered in her ear, letting her know about the situation in the guest room above.

Violet laughed appreciatively. "Great. We'll broadcast it at nine o'clock."

"Understood, Mrs. Schmidt." The housekeeper looked at the wall on the clock—there were only a few minutes left.

Violet looked across the room and frowned. Then, she questioned, "Where's Justin? We're supposed to have a speech together."

The housekeeper was also puzzled. "Mr. Schmidt seemed to be around just now. Was he dragged around to socialize, or maybe he's in the restroom? Do you need me to look for him?"

Seeing that the time was ticking, Violet secretly cursed at Justin. Nonetheless, she just shook her head and answered, "Let's ignore him for now. There's no time to wait for him and we have a more pressing matter in our hands."

"Alright, Mrs. Schmidt. It's time for you to give a speech now."