This is a piece of gossip.
The whole article contains a lot of nonsense, and it can be summed up in just one sentence.
Claire Hathaway, the daughter of a real estate tycoon, joined an alphabet club in Chicago.
The candid photo with the picture has low pixels, and the background is at night, so the face can’t be seen clearly.
The authenticity of this kind of news is indeed difficult to discern.
However, this kind of gossip news has a high eye-catching rate. It is frequently forwarded by various small online media, so a lot of it can be found.
In order to avoid omissions, Ronan went to investigate. The news was completely based on rumors and there was no official refutation of the rumors.
Time passed quickly, four days passed in a blink of an eye.
The three of them stayed in the hotel, and apart from shopping and eating all day long, they just played around.
On the evening of September 4th, Ronan received a call from the old housekeeper.
It turns out that Claire Hathaway just recently learned that Ronan came to Chicago and invited him to a party at Hammer Manor tomorrow night.
Ayuya heard that it was a party and said she didn't want to participate.
She spent most of her childhood on the island, and had no experience or interest in the gatherings of these so-called upper class people.
To put it bluntly, he has social phobia and is not suitable for such situations.
After Tamamo Mae learned about Ayuya's experience, he took the initiative to stay with her.
She was quite familiar with social situations like this.
It's just that it would be too dazzling and take away the style of the party host.
Ronan didn't force it and went to the banquet alone.
Since Claire Hathaway is the designated heroine in the third act, it’s the old guy Roosevelt who messed up the mandarin duck score.
In order to get close to her and use her charm to get information, it might be a better choice to go alone.
The old housekeeper shouldn't take the initiative to expose it with such nonsense.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Ronan received a call, left the hotel room, and got into a special car.
The driver started the engine and headed north of downtown Chicago.
Between Northwestern University and the Botanical Garden, it is one of Chicago's affluent areas.
It is lined with green trees and beautiful villas abound.
Hanmer Manor is located next to Lake Bichengen, with a large area and a wide view.
From a distance, the towering white peaks of the house look like a one-story tower.
The brick wall was covered with dark green ivy everywhere.
Not long after, the car stopped outside the gate of the manor.
Outside the gate, many luxury cars were parked, queuing up to enter.
The bodyguard at the door was in a suit and had a cold look on his face.
They took the initiative to check the invitation.
Not everyone is qualified to enter such an occasion.
Ronan didn't need to worry about these things.
The driver will hand over the invitation. After the inspection is completed, he will lightly step on the accelerator and drive in slowly.
When the car stopped, Ronan opened the door and walked out.
Most of the courtyards are decorated in white classical style, which looks very simple and elegant.
In the hall, the lights are brightly lit.
Ronan straightened his tie and walked in.
Before entering the hall, I could smell the special aroma of red wine, barbecue and cinnamon in the air.
These invited people were gathering in small groups in twos and threes, each standing in different corners and whispering.
Ronan hadn't seen Hathaway, the host of the night, so he took a glass of champagne from the waiter and randomly chose a seat by the window.
The stained glass inlaid next to it depicts a religious picture, which is full of style.
Some people are like fireflies in the dark night.
No matter where you are, it is so dazzling.
Before the banquet officially started, many socialites came to strike up a conversation.
They all puffed out their chests, trying to make those two ounces of flesh look more attractive.
If being handsome was a crime, I should be sentenced to life imprisonment.
Ronan thought this way, smiled, and politely declined the request for a phone call.
There are more and more guests in the hall, and many places seem crowded.
Ronan is the only exception.
Except for him, the three floors inside and outside are all women.
Even if they were politely rejected by Ronan, they were still reluctant to leave and wanted to take a closer look.
Everyone has a love for beauty, not to mention handsome men with great looks.
This situation made Ronan unknowingly attract a lot of hatred from the same sex.
Fortunately, the party started soon, and everyone's attention was slightly diverted.
Claire Hathaway, the host of today's party, was wearing a red silk dress and looked as hot as fire.
The longer skirt covered up the shortcomings of her figure very well.
The bangs have been adjusted to make her face look smaller.
After she announced that the banquet had officially begun, she held a small wine glass, squeezed through the 'protective circle' created by the female guests, and walked straight towards Ronan.
"It's been years since I last saw you, and you've become even more handsome."
Staring at her ruby-like lipstick, Ronan smiled slightly and put down the champagne in his hand.
"Come on, Claire, I have something to talk to you about."
Hathaway smiled, and the female guest wisely stepped aside, allowing the hostess of the night to take him away.
Ronan followed her outside the arcade at the edge of the hall.
There was an endless stream of guests all around, and even in the arcade, it was not convenient to cast a spell.
"What's the matter?"
Ronan looked at the other party, not afraid of her misunderstanding. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "There are still too many people here."
Hathaway's eyes moved, and she suddenly realized.
There was a hint of provocation in his eyes, and he lightly hooked his little finger: "Come up with me."
The two of them arrived on the second floor under the gaze of all the guests.
Click.
Enter the room and close the heavy door.
The sound insulation effect here is very good, and the noisy sound in the hall has been reduced by at least half.
There were no lights on in the house, and the bright moonlight poured in from the window, making it look very romantic.
Da da da.
Ronan was about to use his charm when he suddenly heard footsteps walking in the corridor on the second floor and stopped.
A normal heroine, as long as she is not a monster, not of the blood of the old gods, just an ordinary person.
With Ronan's current mental strength, he can be directly charmed.
However, the charm will last for a period of time, and the return mode cannot load files, so it is best not to be disturbed by outsiders.
"What's wrong?"
Hathaway came closer, and a unique smell of perfume rushed straight to her nose.
Ronan pursed his lips and looked out the door: "I want to change to a more private space. There are still too many people here."
This sentence is full of sexual implications.
Ronan didn't even think to defend himself, it was just a misunderstanding.
He just needs a space where he can be alone and undisturbed, so that he can use his charm and ask for information.
Hathaway was so close that she was almost touching him.
Suddenly, she raised her left leg and wrapped it around Ronan's waist. She even took the initiative to take his right hand and hold it on her left thigh.
The breathing became a little rapid: "Why, isn't this place private enough?"
When it comes to seduction, Ronan is like a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
No matter his demeanor or movements, he seemed to be undisturbed at all: "Of course, it's not enough."
"Ah."
Hathaway chuckled and retracted her legs.
She opened the door, and the white light that poured in shone on her face: "Come with me."
Ronan took a step and followed her out of the hall.
After crossing the courtyard, the two came to the bedroom on the second floor of another building.
Snap.
This time, Hathaway turned on the lights in the room.
She walked to the big white bed, picked up a small pink remote control and threw it over.
"A little gift for you."
Ronan caught it with his bare hands and stared at the gear switch of the remote control with a strange look on his face.
He pressed it.
"Hmm~"
Hathaway suddenly arched her body and let out a cry.
There was a faint buzzing sound inside the long skirt like fire...