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Hanging up the phone, Shasha rubbed her temples. She had intended to remain an outsider, but Tony had dragged her into the whirlwind of his family affairs. This guy wasn't stupid; by the time he got home, he had figured out the ins and outs of the situation and realized that someone close to him was plotting against him. However, even if he found out that it was Obadiah Stane behind it all, he probably wouldn't take action.
Tony, despite appearing aloof and arrogant, actually held a sense of loyalty towards those he knew well.
Forget it; she didn't want to think about how he would react if he knew the truth. She had already promised to attend the ball tonight, but she was unsure who to bring as her partner. If Erika hadn't left, it would have been a natural choice to take her. As for Li Qianhuan, that was out of the question—she was still a girl and had been missing lately. Natasha was also a no-go; it was better not to provoke that enchantress.
Just when Shasha felt at a loss, a striking figure suddenly popped into her mind.
That night, luxury cars lined up outside the Stark Industries exclusive exhibition hall. They were all invited to attend Tony's scripted ball, which included social elites and military representatives among others.
As Shasha helped her female companion out of the car, she heard her companion tease, "I can't believe you still haven't bought a car. I really don't know what you're saving all that money for."
Shasha smiled awkwardly; while renting a car wasn't exactly classy, it was a necessary choice. He had planned to buy a car after Natasha helped him sort out his driver's license. If it weren't for the ball delaying him, he would have already been a car owner.
Entering the ball, his stunning companion became the center of attention. Although this world was not lacking in beautiful women, Lingdie possessed an aura that ordinary women couldn't match, even surpassing some movie stars.
Some people from the entertainment industry recognized her identity and one even exclaimed, "Isn't that Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth Beatrice Braddock, now a supermodel in high demand. As an Eastern face on stage, her unique charm and outstanding figure had quickly placed her among the top three highest-paid models in the world.
As for her male partner, onlookers gazed with curiosity from women and envy from men.
They all assumed that Elizabeth was the one who received the invitation while Shasha was merely her accompanying partner.
Thus, many single men approached to greet her, completely ignoring Shasha standing beside Elizabeth.
It wasn't until Tony arrived with his own partner that this situation finally came to an end.
Seeing Elizabeth relax beside him, Shasha couldn't help but tease, "I didn't realize your charm was this great."
"Am I your first to know?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes before mischievously adding, "If you want to pursue me, I can give you that chance!"
Shasha waved his hand dismissively. "Forget it, I don't want to be torn apart by those jealous men."
"Coward," Elizabeth scoffed, feeling an inexplicable sense of loss in her heart.
Unaware of Elizabeth's thoughts, Shasha was watching Tony approach with his female companion. When Tony spotted him, he blinked and then pointed to the balcony outside the second-floor exhibition hall. Tony nodded in understanding.
The two of them greeted their companions and slipped away from the crowd to the balcony.
"How's it going? Not quite used to this kind of ball for your first time, huh?" Tony said, looking at the relieved Shasha with a smile.
Shasha shook his head. "I don't really like crowded places."
"Me neither, but once you reach this level, you have to participate; it's the rule of the circle," Tony remarked thoughtfully. Suddenly, with a knowing look, he added in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to quietly snag this supermodel."
"Don't get me wrong; she's just a friend," Shasha immediately denied.
However, Tony gave him a meaningful glance. "Of course, I understand—just friends."
Seeing that he couldn't clarify things further, Shasha decided to change the subject back to serious matters. "Let's talk about what you mentioned earlier."
As Shasha shifted to business, Tony put away his teasing demeanor and spoke seriously in a low voice. "Ever since I got back yesterday, I've been feeling something's off. I know only a few people who were with me when I went to test new weapons with the military. If someone from the Ten Commandments Gang happened to run into me, that would be impossible. So I suspect someone leaked my information, and that person is definitely someone close to me!"
Noticing the mix of seriousness and a hint of sadness on Tony's face, Shasha sighed inwardly. Being betrayed by someone nearby was indeed a painful experience. After some thought, he slowly asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Help me find out who that person is!" Tony said decisively.
"And then what?" Shasha asked him. "How do you plan to deal with it?"
At this question, Tony hesitated. He wasn't sure how to handle it either; most likely, he would forgive the person and let them go.
Shasha could tell from the expression on his face what he was thinking, and she sighed inwardly, realizing it was indeed the case. "If that's how it is, then it's better not to investigate. Even if we find something, what can you do? You still won't be able to act on it. It's better to pretend you don't know and wait for him to reveal himself."
Tony fell silent, unable to refute Shasha's point. He knew what kind of person he was and had a good idea of who was behind this. Yet, he was unwilling to be trapped like this; he wanted to ask that person why.
Seeing Tony lost in thought, Shasha patted him on the shoulder before turning to walk into the ballroom, leaving Tony alone to ponder. Some things needed to be processed by himself, and he had to come to his own conclusions.
Back at the venue, Shasha searched for Elizabeth's figure. Before long, she spotted her cornered by a middle-aged man who seemed like a successful businessman. Elizabeth wore an impatient expression. After considering it for a moment, Shasha approached them.
"Elizabeth, do you have time to grab a meal together? If not, that's fine too. Just let me know when you're free and what your number is. You can contact me then."
Elizabeth listened to the persistent inquiries with great annoyance. If it weren't for the fact that they were surrounded by social elites here, and considering her reputation, she would have thrown a drink in this man's face long ago instead of enduring his relentless pursuit.
Just as Elizabeth began to feel overwhelmed, Shasha's voice rang out, "Excuse me, sir, but she seems to be my dance partner?"
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