?<strong>Chapter 791:</strong>


    “That’s right. Shell out enough cash, and you’re in with the VIPs.”


    “Snagging VIP ess is like striking gold — it’s that rare and valuable!”


    Hundreds of people were talking about it, and Mny’s heart raced with excitement as she read through thements. Rubbing elbows with the upper crust could open doors to influential contacts!


    With newfound determination, she found Colton.


    “Colton, check out this exclusive club,” she said, bubbling with enthusiasm. “It could be swarming with pharmaceutical moguls.”


    Colton’s expression turned stormy as he listened. He remained silent, a pensive look clouding his face.


    “Colton, I know there’s a lot on your te right now, but it’s crucial not to burn yourself out,” Mny gently reminded him, attributing his distraction to the ongoing stress about the medicine to cure his mother. “Let’s drop by the White Stallion Club and take a breather, shall we?”


    Colton’s eyes narrowed, a frosty glint appearing. He turned to face her slowly, his voice icy. “Are you keeping secrets from me?”


    “Not at all,” Mny replied, confused by his abrupt suspicion. “Colton, what’s gotten into you? You know I don’t hide things from you.”


    She furrowed her brow, then a lightbulb went off. “Is this still about the Perfumery Competition?” That was the only thing that made sense.


    She bit her lip, her voice tinged with regret. “I admit I kept that from you, but only because I love you so much. I was trying to clinch that deal with the Everett Group for us. I never thought Allison would just stand by and watch.” Her words were both a defense and an attempt to shift the me. After all, Allison, known as the Scarlet Snake, had entered thepetition under a veil of anonymity. When it came to secrets, what Allison had done seemed far worse.


    Yet Colton remained silent, his disappointment deepening into incredulity. He had discovered a trove of information in Mny’s USB drive — much of it detailed his personal preferences and background. Their meeting hadn’t been fate; it had been orchestrated. And he had been oblivious all these years.


    “Colton, aside from that, I’ve kept nothing else from you,” Mny said, sensing his silence. “And I truly love you. Why else would I travel with you to Devil Ind to search for this medicine?”


    Her voice softened. “Let’s just visit the White Stallion Club first. It’s a gathering spot for elites. Maybe we’ll bump into someone from the MDH Pharmaceutical Research Institute. It could save us from having to raid Fleeinnd Lab tomorrow.”


    Her statement carried a veneer of truth. While part of her motive was indeed the medicine, her main goal was to broaden herwork. Someone had mentioned on social media that opportunities like today’s were exceptionally rare. Such chances were too valuable to pass up, and she was eager to seize this moment to make influential connections.


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