The Cook family was the first family in South City to be involved in not only politics but also in business. It was omnipotent in all fields.

Old Mr. Cook was once the head of a military region in the South, and his uncles were also prominent figures in politics and business. So Mafias and the police both gave them many conveniences.

And of all the cousins of the Cook's, Allen Cook was seventh in line.

He had been sent abroad by Old Mr. Cook as a child, and no outsider had even had the chance to see him. Even many men present tonight met him for the first time.

And Sherry could even call him "Allen" so affectionately.

"Just got off the plane in the evening." Allen turned and looked languidly directly at her. He laughed softly and his voice was cool and gorgeous.

"I heard from Mr. Green that you have your eye on the land of Prosperity Plaza?"

"Mostly because my dad likes it!" The cool night breeze blew a lock of Sherry's hair that hung down by her ear and she smiled as she gathered the strand behind her ear.

"You guys...know each other?" Chris walked over.

Next Armand on the couch couldn't sit still, so he was extremely unhappy and raised his chin at Sherry, but he looked at Allen Cook.

"When did this happen, and how come I don't know anything about it?"

"Miss Ella had studied at the Hotel Management School in Switzerland and we met once," Allen's explanation was very succinct.

Ignoring Armand's extremely unhappy stare, Sherry raised her hand and clinked glasses with Allen. She smiled lightly and said, "The SenWell Hotel, part of the Cook Group, is known for its exquisite luxury. And Allen, if given the chance, I would also like to be welcomed!"

"You're always welcome at SenWell." A crisp clink of glasses sounded and Allen looked at her sharply, raising his glass of wine for a drink.

Then a game of Truth or Dare was offered, and Sherry didn't say no.

Five or six men and Sherry sat together on a white couch. The coffee table was filled with wine.

Allen was still standing by the stone railings on the terrace, accompanied by Chris, the host of the party.

As a wise man, Chris set the party in Scenery Garden tonight purely to welcome Allen, who had just returned from the foreign country.

Not surprisingly, Sherry did lose three games in a row!

Armand was the first to give her a hard time because he had never been used to this woman's behavior, "I hear the second son of the Singers is in jail because of a woman. Is this woman you?"

Sherry didn't seem to expect him to ask this question. There was an immediate moment of surprise, and then she regained her composure and nodded gently, "Yes, that woman is me."

She was really a dangerous beauty!

Armand glared at her a little angrily.

They would have continued to ask questions about the second son of the Singers, but with only three chances to do so, they had to give up and began to pursue Sherry's personal affairs with gusto.

The questions were also more and more barefaced.

Sherry didn't shy away from the questions, and she answered neatly and straightforwardly.

Finally, Sherry finished answering all the questions. When they still wanted to ask, Sherry smiled lightly and got up from the sofa.

"Allen, Mr. Green!" she grabbed her handbag and walked towards the two men by the terrace, "I have work to do, so I'll leave first!"

"Miss Ella, you've drunk the wine. I'll have my driver send you home!" Chris said and took out his cellphone.

"Don't bother!" Sherry hastily held up her hand in refusal, "I already had my friend waiting outside of Scenery Garden when I came here!"

Her statement made Chris a little miffed, but then he came back to what he looked like as usual.

"As for the land of Prosperity Plaza, I'll figure something out as soon as I can!"

"Mr. Green, then please. I'd better go!" Sherry nodded politely and gently at the two men, turning and walking gracefully towards the terrace stairs.