When they finally broke away after what seemed like an eternity, Lilah promptly diverted her attention back to her plate.

“Don't forget, we have cake later," he murmured, his voice a soothing baritone.

"0-Okay," she responded, her taste buds numb to the flavors. His faint, minty breath haunted her senses.

It wasn't long before it was time for the cake. The staff presented an extravagant eight-layer masterpiece, its stature rivaling that of a human. Brenda took up the knife, portioning out pieces for the guests.

Upon trying a bite, Lilah found it delectable.

“Lilah, I noticed Mr. Harris leading you away earlier. Did he do anything untoward?" A voice, laced with feigned concern, intruded upon her enjoyment. It was Maggie, and Lilah could hardly conceal her annoyance at the siblings’ antics.

"Are you disappointed he didn't?" Lilah responded icily.

Caught off guard, Maggie hurriedly plastered on a smile. "No, no, of course not. It's just that Mr. Harris is known for his obsessive cleanliness. I was worried for you. Honestly, I wish you'd reconsider my brother. You're the best sister-in-law I want."

The term "sister-in-law" nearly made Lilah choke.

“Maggie, have you lost your senses?"

Innocence played across Maggie's face. "Did I say something amiss?

Didn't you once desire this role? Lilah, my brother truly regrets his actions. Won't you grant him another opportunity?"

"If you're unwell, seek help. Leave me be," Lilah snapped, making her exit.

Smack!

Out of nowhere, a piece of cake smeared across Lilah's dress.

"Oh, my apologies! It slipped!" Maggie's feigned panic was less than convincing. "I have extra clothes, Lilah. Follow me, and we can get you changed.

Seeing through her poor performance, Lilah nevertheless agreed with a smile.

She was intrigued to uncover Maggie's scheme.

As they ascended to the second floor, Maggie produced a key card, unlocking a door. “My wardrobe's in here. You can change," she offered.

"Alright."

Lilah entered, only for the door to close sharply behind her. As she opened the closet, she was confronted not by clothes, but by a man with a predatory grin, who made a sudden, aggressive move toward her.

Maggie, foreseeing the events unfolding, hummed a tune, a smirk playing on her lips. She found those rich ladies entirely incompetent, leaving her no choice but to orchestrate her schemes personally.

However, after she took barely two steps, the door behind her swung open unexpectedly. Maggie spun around, but before she could process the situation, a force struck her, rendering her unconscious.

In the banquet hall, Iker was deep in conversation, yet his attention was clearly elsewhere.