The Berkeley Building is brightly lit, its magnificent structure resembling a giant cruise ship shimmering with light at night, spanning the Seventh District of the Central Royal City.
The revolving restaurant at the top floor is not accessible from other floors; you can't take an elevator from the ground floor and must arrive by air car, landing on the parking platform with permission.
At this moment, on the rooftop of the Berkeley Building, social elites are arm-in-arm with their partners for the night.
Duke Wend, in his fifties, is not as repulsive as imagined. He is actually quite tall at 1.87 meters and looks urbane, his hair slicked back giving him a spirited appearance. He wears a tuxedo, exchanging pleasantries with familiar elites.
"You're going to kill him?!" Black Spider asked Qing Chen in shock.
When she brought the birthday cake back, she was hoping for a quiet birthday celebration.
