Chapter 65: The Oil Painting

The next day, Mark came to find Prisley. "I'll take you to a party tonight." His smile was brighter than usual, and there was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Prisley was still a bit shaken from her encounter with Filla the night before. "Boss, can I skip it? I'm a bit PTSD about parties now."

Mark laughed. "Don't worry, tonight's party is different from the ones before. I promise you'll like it."

Prisley knew Mark wouldn't lie to her. But she still retorted, "What if I don't like it?"

"Then you can do whatever you want with me. But... I don't think you'll get that chance."

Mark gazed at Prisley with deep affection, making her shyly avoid his eyes.

The car drove into a grand mansion's courtyard, and the huge iron gate slowly opened.

Tall trees lined the long driveway. The mansion's exterior was elegant and solemn, with intricate and luxurious decorations everywhere, showcasing the owner's exquisite taste.

When they got out of the car, several servants were already waiting at the door.