Someone addressed Lilah politely. “By the way, Miss Phillips, have you made plans about plot number nineteen? I've actually done some research beforehand-"

"What kind of research are you conducting? As far as I know, we need people now that the southern district of the city is pushing for economic development. It's safe to develop a residential area. I'm quite well-versed in this area—"

All heads turned to Lilah, fearful that the opportunity might slip through their fingers.

Normally, many companies would collaborate on such a significant project. Now, the plot number nineteen had become the most sought-after spot, and Lilah couldn't handle it alone.

Marlene seethed with anger, glaring at Lilah as if she could devour her.

Why in the world was Lilah so fortunate?

However, Lilah hadn't anticipated that the land she held in such high regard would skyrocket in value. She'd only aimed to make a modest profit, but now, it seemed inevitable that she'd end up quite wealthy.

“For the time being, I'm not interested in a partnership. If I decide to collaborate with someone, I'll give you a heads-up," Lilah said, flashing a polite smile.

"Miss Phillips, please do reach out to me. By the way, may I have your WhatsApp contact?" Everyone was determined not to miss this golden opportunity, fixating on Lilah as if she were a juicy steak.

"It appears you didn't come here just for dinner," Gerard remarked icily.

When Gerard spoke, everyone fell silent and resumed their meal quietly.

However, Lilah's name still occasionally danced on their lips.

It was clear that Lilah had become the person everyone wanted to be acquainted with.

Someone even commented, "Miss Lilah Phillips has truly unique taste.

No wonder she declined the offer of cooperation on plot number three.

Looking back, every decision she's made has been spot on."

Marlene was on the verge of spitting out blood.

Damn! Marlene didn't mind the compliments directed at Lilah, but why did they have to indirectly mock her?

Laura wasn't thrilled either. They were praising Lilah's taste, insinuating that Laura, who had already teamed up with Marlene, lacked vision.

How aggravating.

But Lilah had no interest in being the center of attention, so she responded politely, brushing off the flattery.

As the dinner neared its end, Lilah excused herself and headed to the restroom.

Laura, nursing a bad mood and a few too many drinks, followed suit.

Marlene's eyes flickered as she observed the two departing figures.