When Sarah appeared, Beauty clung to her arm as if grasping a lifeline.
"Sarah, you're here."
Sarah casually flicked her jet-black hair over her shoulder, deliberately ignoring Drake and Samantha seated on the other side.
With a bright smile, she turned to Lucas.
"What's the occasion for this sudden dinner gathering?"
Lucas took a slow sip of whiskey, his gaze briefly flickering toward Drake before replying coolly, "I was the one who invited everyone, but President Drake insisted on footing the bill.
Who was I to refuse?"
A faint smirk ghosted across Sarah's lips.
Had she known Drake was hosting, she wouldn't have come at all.
Her eyes then drifted indifferently to Beauty's face.
Just then, Drake—who had remained silent until now—rose from his seat.
His gaze swept past the refined Ryan before lingering briefly on Sarah.
In a subdued tone, he announced, "Today marks the day Lucas and Beauty officially registered their marriage.
