In the Dubai Hotel lobby, lights flashed and wine flowed, perfumes mingled with the beauty of the guests, and the world's top socialites gathered.
In the very center of the lobby, where the lights shone the brightest, Princess Yawen stood in a red cocktail dress, a unique piece personally designed by an Italian master, so scant in fabric that others dare not wear it.
"Tsk tsk, it's been a long time, Princess Yawen has become even more beautiful," a male guest approached and commented, nearly drooling.
Princess Yawen's lips curved into a smile, seemingly on purpose, taking a large step forward and coming almost face to face with the male guest.
The man's drool practically hit the floor.
"Have fun, I'll look for you later for a chat," Princess Yawen said, waving at the man as she started to walk away.
"Don't go," the man reached out to grab her, "Princess, what's the deal with that investment plan? You need to explain it to me clearly."
