When Cora chased after him, Byron was already nearing the end of the corridor.
It was said that on each floor of the Royal Club was a large room at the end of the corridor, capable of accommodating dozens of people for entertainment.
However, the top-tier big shots usually preferred to reserve rooms on the Royal Club's higher floors for better ambiance and service.
Since most of them, including the alumni present, were doctors, they found it inconvenient to go to the upper floors, as they feared being criticized.
Yet, many of them secretly longed to experience the higher floors, and during the gathering earlier, they subtly dropped hints about it.
It was these details that suddenly dawned on Cora. Byron had come to the fourth floor for her sake.
Otherwise, given his status as one of the prominent figures in New York, it made no sense for him to stay on such ordinary floors.
The more she thought about it, the faster Cora's steps became.
Just as Byron was about to open the door to the end of the corridor and walk in, Cora practically dashed forward.
"Wait!"
In the nick of time, she caught hold of the man's sleeve.
"Is there something else?" Byron's voice was icy.
His gaze was even colder, devoid of warmth, as if they were total strangers.
"Can we please talk?" Cora wanted to explain her previous arrangement with Jerry and the situation with drinking the toast with Tyler tonight.
However, Byron coldly brushed her hand off his sleeve and retorted, "I don't think there's anything left for us to discuss."
Cora's hand hung awkwardly on air as she grew anxious and asked, "Byron, you don't want to make up with me?"
However, just as Byron was about to enter the room, the door swung open from the inside.
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