Chapter 65

Blake's lips curved into a small smile as he stretched a hand towards Russell, a friend of his elder sister. Russell was from one of the oldest business dynasties in the United States, like the Carter's dynasty. He and Russell had been talking about business for over four minutes before his wife appeared and stood beside her husband.

“Hi, Mr. Carter,” she greeted brightly.

“Hello,” he tried to beat some excitement into his voice. “Mrs. Evans.”

“I'm sorry,” Russell’s wife smiled, her eyes darting from her husband to Blake. “I will have to steal Russell away.”

“Oh, with all pleasure,” Blake said, relieved that the man's wife had saved him.

“Let's meet up for drinks before the end of the year.” Russell said, and he took Blake's. “I will be expecting your call.”

“Of course I will.” Blake made a promise he knew he would not fulfill. “Thanks so much.”

Blake gave Russell’s wife a nod as the couple drifted away. He grabbed a flute of champagne from one of the waiters, who was passing a tray