Blackstone Code-Chapter 260:

"Social event?" The girl couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Sorry, my schedule is quite full lately, so I might not have time to attend..." She smiled, "Sorry, I'm not trying to be rude, but I really don't have time for social events."

She instinctively assumed that Lynch's social events wouldn't be too high-class. This might be seen by some as the naive innocence of a young girl, but in reality, it stemmed from the arrogance ingrained in her.

Born into such a family, she was surrounded daily by the most elite tycoons, important politicians, and celebrities. While she might seem to engage naturally and innocently with others, deep down, she carried an air of superiority.

"Don't you want to hear about the social event I'm attending?" Lynch remained calm. After decades of experience, he had seen too much—both the highest and the lowest of life. If a young girl could shake his composure, it would be a grave underestimation of him.

The girl replied with a slightly indifferent tone, "Go ahead, maybe I'll find some time."

Up until this moment, her words, tone, and attitude all suggested she was just humoring him.

"I've been invited to the inauguration celebration of the new president, but I'm lacking a suitable female companion. You understand what I mean, right?"

The still steady voice caused the confident smile on the girl's face to freeze. She began to doubt if she had heard correctly. "Did you just mention... the president?"

It wasn't unusual for a celebration to be held after the inauguration of a new president, nor was it something that couldn't be discussed. The campaign team and the president's supporters had spent millions of federal thors to help their candidate overcome numerous challenges and ultimately reach the pinnacle of power in the Baylor Federation. Shouldn't such a righteous cause be celebrated openly?

Of course, it should. Not only would there be a celebration, but it wouldn't be done in secrecy. This would be a grand event. The scale and level of the celebration could be considered the best in the federation. At that time, all eyes in the federation would be focused on this event, making it the brightest stage.

Every guest who attended the presidential inauguration celebration would become the focus of discussion and attention for months, even years to come. Their every move would carry significant social influence.

Severella's father had also been invited to such a celebration, but he brought his wife, not his daughter, which secretly angered the young girl.

Girls, or most children, are like this. They crave recognition, and nothing proves this more than being invited by their most admired father to a significant political event.

When she suddenly heard about the chance to attend such an event, the thought of herself under the flash of cameras, being photographed by the media, the thought of her father's astonished face when they met, and the thought of the president shaking her hand and calling her "ma'am" made Severella's heart skip a beat.

Lynch's voice remained as calm and steady as before. "It seems you're very busy lately. I apologize for disturbing your rest so late. Goodbye, Miss Severella."

Lynch decisively hung up the phone while Severella was still in shock. She called out several times into the receiver, but all she heard was the busy signal.

This wasn't a prank; the other party had indeed hung up. And it was precisely this hang-up that instantly shifted the balance of power between the two.

Originally, Lynch was inviting the girl to be his companion at the event, putting him in a very passive position. But now, he had successfully piqued the girl's interest and then abruptly cut off communication by hanging up the phone. If the girl called him back, it would mean she had lost the initiative, and Lynch would have complete control.

Hearing the girl's scream, the butler nearby gently called out, "Miss," interrupting her outburst. This forced Severella to restrain her temper. She brushed back a stray lock of hair and took a deep breath. "I don't know what happened; the line got disconnected. Did Mr. Lynch mention anything about himself? For example, his contact information, or any other way I can reach him?"

The butler had seen far more in his lifetime than the girl had. He nodded, "This is Mr. Lynch from Sabin City."

"Sabin City?" The girl was puzzled. "What kind of place is that? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Miss, Sabin City is located in York State in the southwest of the federation. It's not the state capital, just a small, relatively unknown city, so it's normal you haven't heard of it. Many people don't know this small city."

Severella nodded reservedly. "So, do we have any way to get Mr. Lynch's contact information?" She added a little more, "Maybe the sudden disconnection made him think I did it on purpose. He might not call me back. I need to contact him and apologize for this accident."

The butler's job was to solve problems for his master. "Of course, Miss. By tomorrow morning, you will have Mr. Lynch's contact information."

"Good, Woolf. I'll wait for your good news..." Severella had just taken a few steps when she suddenly paused. "Such a sudden disconnection is really terrible. I don't want my father to experience the same thing during an important call because of someone's negligence. Get someone else to maintain these lines, will you?"

Butler Woolf bowed slightly in acknowledgment, signaling that he understood what needed to be done.

After nodding in return, the girl quickly left, knowing that she would lose sleep tonight.

The electrician in the manor would also lose sleep that night. Working in the Waldric Manor was usually quite comfortable. Not only did they receive a high monthly salary of over four hundred thors, but the benefits were also excellent.

They ate fresh, delicious food daily, and the work was not demanding. Butler Woolf and the manor's owner never questioned the cost of materials, only demanding the safest and best.

This generous attitude significantly reduced the electrician's daily maintenance work. The manor was wired with enterprise-level lines, ensuring no issues would arise even if the lines were left unattended for a year.

But that night, without any explanation, the butler suddenly announced that the electrician was dismissed and ordered him to pack up and leave immediately. This sudden blow left the electrician sleepless.

He couldn't understand whether it was because he had been caught stealing food from the kitchen or because someone found out he had sold off some old, unused copper wires. He didn't want to lose this job, but there was nothing he could do.

The next morning, Severella didn't finish her morning routine and start breakfast until after nine. At the same time, she received a note with Lynch's contact information on the dining table.

Judging by the handwriting, it was clearly written by Woolf himself. The butler had served the manor and the Waldric family for a long time; he knew how to deal with everyone in the house.

After breakfast, Severella returned to her room, picked up the phone, and dialed the number. The call was quickly answered, which made her sigh in relief.

A smile appeared on her face, with perhaps one part sincerity and the rest being pretended. "Is this Mr. Lynch? This is Severella. We spoke on the phone yesterday, and you mentioned you're a fan of my books..."

What was originally Lynch's excuse to get her to take his call had now become her reason to try and build a connection with Lynch. Sometimes, the shift between "offense and defense" is just that magical.

"I remember your voice, Miss Severella." Lynch's voice was still so calm, warm, and seemingly unshakable.

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"You can call me Rella; my friends do."

Hearing the girl's enthusiastic and cheerful voice over the phone, a smile crept across Lynch's face. In truth, these girls—or women—were all the same.

He just appeared young and fresh-faced now. If he had approached some well-known socialite in high society, it would have given off an awkward vibe.

It's as if everyone expects young people to behave as young people should, even if those same people never acted their age when they were young. These people would impose universal values and moral standards far above societal expectations on others, even if it was inappropriate.

So, this girl was the first choice. If this "fishing" attempt failed, Lynch would look for other socialites without direct stakes involved, though it might give him a less-than-positive reputation, such as being seen as a "womanizer."

Fortunately, the fish had taken the bait.

Nicknames like these are usually only used among close friends, and many people dislike being called by them by others. The girl's attitude said it all.

Of course, the battle wasn't over yet. "Alright, Rella, so what can I do for you?" Before Severella could respond, Lynch added, "I don't have much time; you know I'm quite busy now."

"Am I interrupting your work?" Severella asked, pretending to be sorry. "I apologize; it's just that my phone line suddenly cut off yesterday. I need to apologize; it wasn't your fault. And about what we talked about yesterday..."

Feigning ignorance wasn't something only Severella could do—Lynch could too. "What we talked about yesterday?"

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