Catherine's dress had been splashed with wine during the commotion caused by the other Catherine, leaving her no choice but to change.

Meanwhile, outside the banquet hall, Catherine lay on the ground and spat out a venomous threat. "Catherine, I won't let you get away with this!"

A gentlemanly voice sounded behind her.

"Miss, are you alright?"

Catherine turned her head, stunned to see a man extending his hand toward her.

In the dressing room, Catherine changed into a backup dress.

Being a last-minute option, the fit was less than ideal, leaving the dress slightly tight and accentuating her figure.

Jerrold frowned at the sight and, without hesitation, took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

Catherine initially felt awkward, but as Jerrold's jacket settled gently on her shoulders, she couldn't help but instinctively look up at the man in front of her.

It seemed like he was always there to help her effortlessly whenever she faced difficulties.

Catherine couldn't help but stare at him, lost in thought.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, " Catherine replied, quickly averting her gaze, silently chastising herself for the fleeting, inappropriate thoughts she had.

This man was someone she could never hope to match.

He kept helping her time and time again, not because of anything special, but simply because he was a genuinely good man.

With this realization, Catherine once again spoke from the heart, as she always did: "Thank you, Mr. Harris."

Jerrold didn't respond, simply nodding as the two of them made their way back to the center of the banquet.

By this time, Mr. Lin had been escorted out by someone.

Catherine instinctively glanced at Mr. Sun but frowned when she noticed Catherine nearby.

Catherine had already changed into a new outfit, one far more elegant than her previous one, with a refreshed hairstyle that left her looking polished and sophisticated, walking beside a gentleman who appeared refined and polite.

As Catherine looked their way, the man also glanced over and even offered a courteous smile.

Catherine noticed Jerrold's temperature drop the moment he saw the man.

It was clear—Jerrold didn't like him. Not one bit.