?<strong>Chapter 792:</strong>


    “Colton, we can’t afford to waste this rare opportunity, especially with your mother’s condition worsening. I’m ready to do whatever it takes for the Stevens family. I just hope you can forgive me,” she implored.


    Her earnest plea only stirred more turmoil within Colton. Was Mny’s long-standing pursuit driven by love, or was it merely a strategic move, even iming Allison’s achievements as her own? Despite these doubts, they couldn’t afford to linger on these revtions. Securing the neurological relief medicine to help Lindy was paramount.


    So, Colton responded, his face unreadable, “Alright, let’s go check it out.”


    After selecting their outfits, Mny and Colton wasted no time dressing up and heading to the White Stallion Club.


    “I’ve got everything under control, Colton,” Mny assured him with a confident smile. “I snagged an agent online and shelled out ten thousand for our tickets. We’re golden for entry.”


    Colton, however, remained indifferent and kept his distance. He even slipped away to grab a bottle of water nearby.


    Just when Mny thought her day couldn’t possibly spiral further, the moment she picked up the tickets, the agent threw a curveball.


    “Keep clear of the main areater,” the agent instructed, his tone shifting. “Your tickets are only good for the front hall. Hang by the outside tables.”


    Mny’s eyes widened in shock. “That wasn’t part of our chat online. I paid ten thousand dors!”


    The agent’s patience wore thin. “Not happy? Hand the tickets back for a refund. But I doubt you want to leave here with your tail between your legs.”


    Seething, Mny bit back. “You’ll regret this charade!” The agent merely shrugged, indifferent. “Go ahead. I’m here for the money, nothing more.”


    Thankfully, Colton was out of earshot during the exchange. Mny knew that she had to regroup and keep a calm front.


    “The agent threw in ast-minute twist — today’s banquet is more like a family gathering,” she exined to Colton, masking her frustration. “Only insiders get beyond this point, but we’ll have a st here in the outer area.”


    “Outer area?” Colton’s brow furrowed. “Are the MDH Pharma folks going to be around here too?”


    “Absolutely,” Mny replied, masking her uncertainty with a nod.


    Colton, preupied, didn’t probe further.


    Stepping into the club, Mny couldn’t help but marvel at thevish decor. Golden candbras and jewel-encrusted walls gave the ce a surreal, fairy-tale vibe — only the elite seemed to belong here, the air itself woven with threads of luxury surrounded her, the atmosphere dripping with elegance. Mny’s excitement bubbled over, and she couldn’t resist scanning the room for eligible bachelors, her eyes sweeping over the crowd for signs of wealth.


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