You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

After completely leaving the task of dealing with tech elites and anxious millionaires to Sterling, Lyon, like an employee who had just clocked out, withdrew from the center of the crowd without any psychological burden.

He loosened his slightly tight tie, picked up a half-empty glass of champagne, and strolled back to a corner of the banquet hall.

As soon as he got back, he raised an eyebrow.

Carlos, that sly fellow, has disappeared without a trace.

Lyon glanced around and was surprised to find that this guy was mixed in with a group of rich second-generation young men who looked quite young.

Carlos, with a cigar between his fingers and a bright purple shirt, stood out in the crowd. He told a joke that made the usually arrogant rich kids laugh heartily, and some even patted him on the shoulder affectionately, as if they were old friends.

"This kid... is indeed a talent."

Leon shook his head and ignored him.

Leon turned his gaze away and looked towards the other side of the corner.

Mia was leaning against a marble pillar by herself.

She actually looks beautiful tonight.

A deep red backless evening gown perfectly accentuated her curves, and her usually messy short hair looked meticulously styled.

But this stunning aura was completely ruined by the expression on her face.

At this moment, she was rolling her eyes with a bored expression, exuding a decadent aura of "So boring, I want to go home, these people are all idiots".

The makeup, which should have made her look noble and aloof, was a complete waste of her talent when paired with her lifeless appearance.

"Oh, isn't this our beautiful lady?"

Leon walked over, stood beside her, and leaned against the pillar as well, speaking in a teasing tone:

"You look so bitter and resentful; anyone who didn't know better would think you're here for a funeral."

"You've already put on makeup, at least give me a smile! You look like a salted fish in an evening gown."

Mia turned her head, glanced at Leon from head to toe, and rolled her eyes dramatically without even changing her posture.

"Boss, save your breath."

She took a sip of champagne, her tone flat:

"I can't laugh. I feel like my heels are being rubbed raw by these damn high heels."

"I originally thought I could come here to have a good meal tonight, but I'm so bored here that I want to write my resignation letter on the spot."

"All I want to do right now is go home, change into my pajamas, and lie in bed watching TV shows. This kind of fancy setting is really not suitable for someone like me who just wants to relax and have some peace and quiet."

As she spoke, she straightened up and sighed:

"Forget it, I'm not going to be a decorative vase here anymore."

"I just saw a few wealthy women over there gossiping. Judging from their demeanor, they must be the wives of directors of some listed company."

"I'll go over there and see if there's any gossip about insurance fraud or infidelity. We might need it someday."

"return."

Leon didn't give her a chance to escape. He reached out and grabbed her bare arm, pulling her back with a little force.

"If you don't want to socialize, then don't go."

Leon pressed her back against the pillar, then turned to the side, blocking most of the banquet hall's view and enclosing her in a relatively private little space.

"What's wrong?"

Mia was forced to stop and looked up at Leon:

"Is Director Sterling finally done with his work? He's finally remembered me, his neglected little follower?"

"Stop pretending, you know I'm just acting with her."

Lyon looked down at her, his gaze lingering unabashedly on the curves of her red dress:

"And I have to tell the truth."

"Although your half-dead expression is really annoying, this outfit is definitely worth wearing."

"If it weren't for this occasion, I would have taken you away right now."

Mia was taken aback.

A slight crack appeared in the "emotionless" mask on her face, and a faint blush rose on her cheeks, but she still refused to back down.

"cut……"

Mia turned her head, looked at the wine glass in her hand, and muttered softly:

"You do have some good taste."

"Although I know I'm definitely not the main character tonight, the limelight will all go to that she-devil..."

"But after all, this is the first time I've come to this kind of event with you, I can't let you down, can I?"

As she finished speaking, her voice trailed off, causing a slight tremor in Leon's heart.

"I'm not ashamed."

Leon raised his glass and gently touched Mia's glass, making a crisp "tinkling" sound.

"In my eyes, all the wealthy ladies in this hall tonight combined aren't as pretty as your leg."

"Don't give me that. You think you can trick me into working for you?"

Although Mia said that, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up wildly, and her dead fish eyes finally had a bit of light.

She turned her head, looked at Lyon, and raised her glass:

"Respectfully your overtime pay."

"Respectfully your overtime pay."

……

As the dinner progressed into its second half, the suffocating social pleasantries finally came to an end.

The jazz music in the hall softened, and the tech elites who had initially looked anxious, after receiving satisfactory answers, began to gather in small groups, holding their glasses, and chat about yachts and golf.