Pierce blushed and lowered his head as they walked to the banquet hall’s entrance.

Inside, the atmosphere was calm and refined.

Ivy could tell right away that this was no ordinary party. She appeared to have noticed Wyatt

Reed from a distance.

Ivy came to a halt in her steps. Her face shifted slightly.

“Pretty Lady, why aren’t you going in?” Pierce asked, noticing Ivy’s stagnant smile. “My father is waiting for us inside.”

For a brief moment, Ivy frowned. Her grip on Pierce became firmer.

“Your father... What is his name?”

Pierce was about to respond when an older man and two other men appeared behind them.

“Who are...