Chapter 18

The receptionist handed an invitation to Eve one day when she was getting ready to get off work. The former seemed a little uneasy as she said, "Ms. Withers, Mr. Doran would like to invite you to a banquet." Eve paused in the middle of editing some designs and looked over. "Must I attend?" "Mr. Doran specifically requested all key staff to attend." The receptionist carefully set the invitation on Eve's desk before adding, "I heard Doran Incorporated's local clientele is attending too." Eve looked down, wanting to reject it right away. But she nodded in the end after considering all the business opportunities she would get there. On the night of the banquet, Eve wore a simple forest green gown. She stood in the corner by the side of the champagne tower, her eyes sweeping across all the guests. Michael was dressed smartly tonight, surrounded by several bigwigs in the industry. He behaved in that refined manner of his as he used to. He suddenly turned around as if sensing Eve's gaze