Happy New Year, may you be happy

The bar, which had been quiet and soothing, was now starting to get lively.

Many people began to gather by the windows, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows. Looking down, even from this high floor, Sam, with his excellent vision, could see a sea of 'ants'—people moving about.

It was so densely packed that it could trigger anyone's fear of crowds.

"So many people, it's still so lively down there."

Isabella remarked as she looked out.

Angel, lounging on the sofa with her fur coat draped over her shoulders, exuded the aura of a noble young lady.

Especially with her high heels dangling from her feet, swaying slightly but not falling off, it was a sight that could drive anyone mad with desire.

"What's so interesting? It's just the moment when 59 seconds turns into 01 seconds. What's the big deal?"