Chapter 917

Just then, Graham entered the room. "Glad to see you, Ms. Spencer," he greeted warmly. "Goodness, I didn't realize it was you. Are you here to give me more land?" Helen teased. She then glanced pointedly at Faye, who was visibly brimming with frustration. "Not quite." Graham chuckled softly. "I'm actually here on behalf of Mr. Sheridan. He would like to invite you to join him in the VIP lounge." "Did he just say the VIP lounge? I never would have guessed that this young lady is actually Otto's esteemed guest!" "Yeah, I remember the last person who sat in the VIP lounge was some big shot from Zynthasia!" Despite the murmurs echoing through the crowd, Helen remained unfazed. Opting to steer clear of their gossip, she accepted the invitation and followed Graham. Behind them, Faye gritted her teeth in frustration, her nails digging into her flesh. Why was Helen always so incredibly lucky? Could she even dream of catching someone like Otto? When Chandler wasn't around, Helen shamel