"Amy is sick today, so she asked me to come here and get your signature," I said as I handed the document over.

After giving his signature, I took the document, excused myself and was about to leave.

However, he suddenly asked, "Do you have anything to do this afternoon?"

"The documents need to be sent back to the company. The project department is waiting for them," I replied.

"You ask the project department to send someone to a resort to get the documents and you come with me there to attend a dinner party."

I was stunned ... "I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

Allen glanced at me and responded, "Wearing this outfit is indeed not appropriate."

"I'll count it as overtime."

Well, since I had never attended any high society dinners, I would just treat it as a way to broaden my horizons.

When we arrived at the resort, a special receptionist came to greet us.

Seeing me feeling a bit nervous, Allen patted me on the shoulder and said, "It's just an ordinary dinner event, don't feel burdened."

"Yes," I responded softly. He was a gentle and elegant man. For some reason he made me blush.

The female receptionist was a bit surprised when she saw me dressed in sportswear, but she did not show it and led me to the place where the female guest stayed to rest, while Allen followed another receptionist to another place.

The VIP room was playing light and soothing music and I was feeling a bit lost. Just as I was about to sit down and play with my mobile phone, someone took the initiative to come over and talk to me.

"What are you doing here?"

I looked up and saw Felicya, who was four months pregnant, standing in front of me with heavy makeup and a proud look on her face.

Now she was the legitimate wife of Zayn. Since my divorce, I had never seen Felicya, Zayn, or anyone from the O'Connor Family again.

I had no resentment towards them anymore, but if they dared to provoke me, I was not afraid. "I'll come wherever I want."

"You're not here to work as a waiter, are you?" She sneered and took out a stack of bills from her bag. "I'll give you these as tips. Now get out of here immediately and don't let Zayn and I see you again."

It was really hilarious.

"Felicya, I am indeed working overtime. If you don't want to see me, just take Zayn and get out of here by yourself."

I had no reason to be polite to a mistress.

"You!" She was furious. "You just wait and see."

"I'll wait and see."