After tossing her phone away, Catherine drove towards Royal Nightclub.
The club was in a high-rise, which shone brightly at night. The neon lights of Arkpool City lit up the
night. Royal Nightclub was the highest-end place for the upper class in the city to spend a night out.
Men in the nightclub easily spent over 10,000 dollars on each bottle of liquor or wine. All patrons were
either from influential or affluent families.
Therefore, those lame designers in the R-Alan Group entered the nightclub for Catherine’s sake.
Leslie organized the gathering for Catherine, which was his intention tonight.
In the magnificent lobby of Royal Nightclub, the designers had arrived. Like ignorant peasants, they
pulled out their phones to take photos. Some of them even took selfies or shot photos of each other.
The patrons coming back and forth watched them as if they were circus monkeys.
Catherine also saw that scene when she entered the lobby, feeling helplessly embarrassed.
She had to admit Leslie was generous as their gathering would cost at least 200 thousand dollars.
They had dinner and some entertainment activities tonight, which was beyond Catherine’s
expectations.
Among all the employees, Catherine looked extraordinary with aloofness and disdain. However, a polite
smile never faded off her face.
After all, the True Love series was still ongoing. After the jewelry launched in the market, Catherine
would need the designers to explain their design concepts to attract customers.
Leslie walked to meet the employees after arranging everything. He was easygoing, talking to all
warmly. Whenever the employees wanted to take photos with him, he was cooperative and struck
different poses.
Catherine watched them in silence. She missed Ivan, somehow.
Last time, when she went to Royal Nightclub, she was with Ivan.
All the designers enjoyed dinner immensely. Catherine only drank two glasses of champagne. She was
impressed by those designers’ excitement and thought tonight must be the few highlighted moments in
their ordinary lives.
Sitting far away, Leslie secretly watched Catherine in the corner.
After dinner, they went to a big private box. Some sang karaoke, and some played games.
Catherine looked aloof and cold tonight, her eyes full of scorn.
Leslie sat next to her, holding a glass of wine. “What’s eating you? You look unhappy.”
Catherine glanced at her overjoyed subordinates and smiled. “If they were so energetic at work, your
company would have become far better than the Marsh Group long ago.”
Her words displeased Leslie. After all, he was the president of the R-Alan Group. Her words
embarrassed him.
“They are too lousy to know what they really want,” Catherine added in disdain, “Once a person has no
lift goals, his or her life will stop there. They are too satisfied with their current status.”
“What do you think their goals should be?” Leslie understood her implication. Frowning, he asked,
“Leaving the R-Alan Group?”
“No worries. They won’t leave your company.” Catherine chuckled as she was certain. “They had been
working in a comfort zone for a long time. If they left, they wouldn’t get used to other environments and
would be eliminated soon.”
Leslie didn’t blow up. He passed a glass of wine to her and said, “So, you want to leave here because
you dislike our working environment?”
Catherine didn’t answer or take over the glass.
“Why? Shall we have a toast tonight?” Leslie sighed. In disappointment, he added, “We work together
for a while. You haven’t left my company, anyway.”
“I drank two glasses of champagne during dinner,” Catherine answered aloofly, “I don’t want to drink
more alcohol.”
“How about a cup of vodka? It’s important from France. As for its price, I don’t think you’ll buy it.” Leslie noveldrama
passed her a cup of liquor and said patiently, “Since you are here tonight, have a try. It won’t remind
you of your sad past, will it?”
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