The core business district of Barton City, the center of Liszt, on the northeast side of Liszt Square, under the gradually rising daylight, an old truck with the armor style left over from the war ten years ago drove in. Entering the driveway of the Lister Building, it was naturally Grande's truck.
This was not Zach's original intention. If possible, Zach would still like to drive a car that fits the situation to attend this luncheon, but since it is to show Grande's presence, only the Grande brothers will drive this car. The truck has become a Grande icon, with only one choice between identity and occasion.
The young man parking the car didn't show any strange behavior towards Zach's car. Maybe it was because the tip that Zach handed over casually was enough. After the other party expressed his thanks, he took Zach's keys and quickly disappeared into the driveway in the van.
Zach did not go directly to the luncheon on the top floor of the building because as soon as he entered the hall, the noisy crowd blocked the road.
Continuous spotlights and loud questions all rushed towards the small stand at the back of the hall. Herman, with a strangely pale complexion, was behind the stand, conducting the press conference he had told Zach at Grande.
Oh, Herman's paleness was not caused by Zach. Zach did not do anything bloody to Herman. The overly pale skin was just a thick foundation used to cover up the flushing caused by alcohol.
Zach, who had already used the Charming Eye to ask everything, had no intention of listening to Herman's words. They were all lies anyway. Instead, Zach was wandering around the periphery of the crowd, looking for a way to the elevator. Zach hoped to hurry up at this time. Find Anthony or Blake and tell them what he discovered! The truth about the explosion at Hermann's factory and Hermann's true purpose!
Among the crowded crowd, a slightly irritated female voice exclaimed, looking a little embarrassed. It seemed that some reporter who was eager to squeeze into the inner circle pushed away the person next to him.
Zach pursed his lips, pushed away the person in front of him, and quickly helped the woman who was about to fall. It's Emilia. The exquisite makeup and dress show that this psychiatrist is also here to attend the luncheon!
"Is it you?" Emilia half-leaned on Zach's arm, tugging irritably on her long skirt that had been trampled on. There was no trace of gratitude for being 'rescued' on her face, but she was even more impatient.
"It's me." Zach could only smile and protect Emilia's body, not wanting to be polite. Regardless of the complaints from the surrounding reporters, he directly pushed away the people who were causing trouble to Emilia and moved to a place with fewer people.
The surrounding space was a little looser, and Amelia got out of Zach's guard. She frowned and looked at the footprints on the skirt of the exquisite dress, "Thank you, I have a male companion, you can go."
The speed of this clearing up is frustrating. Zach shook his head. No wonder others, it seems that the inherent prejudice in Emilia's heart can never be changed.
"Then where is he?" Zach looked around at the crowd. He didn't mean to mock Emilia. How could a good male companion let his female companion go through the 'thrill' just now? It's just that Zach wanted to take care of Amy. Leah, I want to ensure Emilia’s safety before leaving.
Because this was Hermann's luncheon, the guest list basically overlapped with yesterday's funeral, which was also a gathering of Barton's upper class. If Emilia, a psychiatrist, and Zach, who owns his own funeral business, are considered middle class. However, they can only be the lower class among the highest class gathered at this banquet. Handy help is not a strange thing.
Emilia is obviously not as good-hearted as Zach. Frowning, he glanced at Zach, "I didn't see your female companion either!"
Zach was so helpless that he wanted to laugh, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Okay, Amelia, I'm just helping you. It doesn't have to be so explosive." Zach waved his hand and prepared to leave the woman alone.
If you are curious, Louise stayed in Grande to monitor the progress of Grande's project. You wouldn't expect old Hank to be willing to take charge.
"Wait, wait a minute!" Emilia held up her long skirt. Suddenly he grabbed Zach who was about to leave, "Do you have an invitation letter?"
Asked directly, Zach tilted his head and didn't understand. Wasn't he here just to attend the luncheon? If there was no invitation letter, was he here to go shopping? "Yes." Zach nodded and realized something. , "You didn't?"
Amelia's eyes twitched, "My male companion didn't show up."
So Amelia came to the banquet as a 'plus one', and Zach was a little curious, who could this male companion be? You must know that the bones of Halson (Emilia's boyfriend, a ghoul) have not... well, they have indeed rotted.
Zach smiled and curled his arms at his sides. Emilia took a deep breath, as if she had been wronged in some way, and put her gloved hand through Zach's arm. The two began to walk together.
The culprit who caused the road blockage was still besieged by reporters. Zach easily pushed aside the reporters blocking his way and walked towards the elevator for the internal beta test.
"About the compensation part, Mr. Herman..." A hoarse voice came from a certain direction in the crowd, but it seemed that everyone was paying attention to this issue, and the reporters were quiet for a moment.
"The Herman Group has made arrangements regarding the injured..." After standing up, Herman, surrounded by microphones, began to mechanically read the manuscript in front of him.
Zach quickened his pace, the timing was really frustrating.
"And regarding those who passed away, while expressing our deep sorrow and regret, we have reached a contract with the Grande Funeral Home in the South District. We will be fully responsible for all expenses and consumption related to the funeral... "
"Tsk!" Emilia, who was holding Zach's arm, said this without any surprise, deliberately pulling her arm to increase the burden on Zach who was clearing the way. Then in a sarcastic tone, "Is this how you got here, relying on those innocent people who died in accidents!"
Zach pursed his lips, unable to explain clearly, so he simply admitted it, "This is just business." Zach raised his arm slightly. It would be ridiculous if a human woman could burden a vampire. Emilia was carried half of her body and was dragged forward by Zach, "Then how did you get in here?"
Emilia turned her head, as if she didn't want to answer anything.
Zach was very happy that the other party chose to give in. After all, if the two of them kept targeting each other, it would be troublesome to solve Brian's problem in the future.
As we were about to approach the elevator, many people were already waiting in front of the door. Strong men in formal suits, surrounded by a few old people, there were familiar faces, including Quinn and Mrs. Barton.
Zach smiled and wanted to step forward. The commission he had made was a good opportunity to confirm the progress of Laura's charity project.
But Emilia suddenly stopped and started pulling Zach aside!
"What are you doing..." Strength can't decide everything. The gentleman Zach can only be led by Emilia and try to remain calm as he walks to the side.
Just avoiding the people waiting for the elevator, Amelia shook off Zach's arm, adjusted her appearance, took out the makeup mirror from her handbag, carefully touched up her makeup, and then glanced at Zach, "How do I look? !”
Zach blinked, unsure, "Very good."
"Okay!" Amelia took a deep breath, put it back in the makeup mirror, and adjusted her dress one last time. "Let's go!" She picked up Zach, put on a smile, and walked towards the people in front of the elevator. (..)