Chapter 1538

After hearing that the price of the single earring was an eye-popping hundred thousand dollars, a few of the younger men, who had been lounging without care, suddenly scrambled to snatch up the wine bottles. Maeve leaned back against the couch as her gaze lazily swept across the room. No wonder the rich always chase indulgence. A scene like this—full of beauty and decadence—was undeniably intoxicating. Maeve's attention soon settled on a young man tucked away in the corner. He wore a plain white hoodie, so unremarkable it almost faded into the background. His fair complexion and delicate features gave him a boyish, innocent charm that set him apart. But it was his eyes that held her gaze—striking eyes that were deep and alluring. His thin lips were pressed into a tense line, as if unease weighed on him. Panic flashed across his face when their eyes met, and he dropped his gaze almost immediately. Maeve raised an eyebrow. Shy guys like this were rare in places like this. She