The number flashed relentlessly on his screen a few more times.
Lennon blocked it without a second thought, and the vibrations finally stopped.
His assistant noticed the action but knew better than to ask any questions.
"Mr. Spencer, the Spencer family is hosting a party in a few days. The invitation was sent to your email."
Lennon grunted softly, asking without much interest, "What's it for?"
"Just a get-together, I hear."
Lennon didn't respond.
The assistant didn't press further.
After nearly ten minutes of silence in the car, the assistant heard Lennon's voice again. "Wait for news from her side. If she's going, clear my schedule."
The assistant almost blurted out, "Who?" but caught himself and nodded quickly.
Lennon leaned back against the seat, his eyes downcast, lost in thought.
The assistant didn't dare to stare, focusing on driving straight to the studio.
...
Naomi also received an invitation from the Spencer family.
She found it rather odd.
Although the Spencers lived in the same exclusive community, their status was somewhat detached and superior.
While the Spencers wouldn't refuse an invitation from the Hughes family or others, they never hosted parties themselves.
Had hell frozen over?
Unsure of what it meant, she decided not to reply for now.
It wasn't her decision to make anyway; she'd just wait to hear from her parents.
But she hadn't expected to get a call from Herbert.
"It's my family's party. Make sure you're there."
Naomi was taken aback. "Why?"
Having delivered the message, Herbert hung up.
Naomi stared at Herbert's number on her screen, hesitating for a moment before deciding not to block it.
The Spencers weren't like other families. A personal call from Herbert was significant, so she decided to tell her parents about it.
Mr. Gonzalez was thrilled.
"I was just about to tell you about that. The Spencers are hosting a party, and our family is definitely going. You'll need to take time off and come back."
"Get yourself ready ahead of time."
Although the Gonzalez family had never dreamed of a marital alliance with the Spencers, they had to make a good impression.
"I know."
After hanging up, Naomi sighed.
Her brief taste of freedom was always cut short by one thing or another, dragging her back into her old life.
She wondered if she would ever be truly free.

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