The party is being held at a villa under Tristan Rowe's name. He enjoys peace and quiet, and the villa is nestled halfway up the mountain.
Luxury cars and well-dressed socialites can be seen everywhere, wearing suits and polished shoes, exuding an aura of glamour. Many are regulars in the media, and there are even a few guests with Western faces.
Maya Monroe first looked around, then withdrew her gaze unnoticeably: "This party is quite grand." She skillfully linked arms with Ian Rowe: "Honey, what do you think Tristan's purpose is for hosting this party?"
"He has never hosted a party in his own name before, keeping a low profile. The fact that he's being so flamboyant now suggests he's planning something big."
Thinking of this, a hint of coldness flashed through Ian Rowe's eyes.
Maya nodded thoughtfully: "Has Tristan not disclosed the purpose of the party to the outside world?"
"No, he hasn't."
