Chapter 593: Young Master Rong, Please Pay for Yourself

“Mom, what’s up?”

“I want to ask you something. What do you think we should get for Sweetie?”

Ian Monroe: …

“I still have homework to do. I don’t know the answer to that.” With that, he turned and headed upstairs.

Melody Monroe: …

‘This kid is so frustrating!’

Now, the only person who could give her advice was gone.

Bunny, with its wide, dark eyes, rubbed against Melody Monroe’s leg. Melody picked it up.

“Do you know what kind of gift to buy?”

“GRUNT GRUNT.”

Melody Monroe: …

Putting Bunny down, Melody Monroe checked the time, finished her ginger tea in one gulp, and went upstairs to change.

Just as she finished changing, Winter Kane arrived in his car.

As Melody Monroe sat in the car, she still didn’t know where Keith Coleman had booked the venue.

“Winter Kane, where are we going?”

“To The Sovereign Club.”

“The Sovereign? Isn’t that Shawn Fisher’s territory? It’s incredibly expensive there!”

“Booked out.”

Winter Kane’s addition was just two words.

For a moment, Melody Monroe felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“That spendthrift Keith Coleman! How could he book out The Sovereign!”

…

The film crew had all arrived.

When everyone found out the party was a private buyout at The Sovereign, they were all stunned! This was the kind of place where, it was said, even people worth over a hundred million wouldn’t dare act out of line.

Just walking in the door cost at least ten million, and a single bottle of red wine could go for over a million!

Being here was an experience fit for an emperor.

Tonight, Melody Monroe was the host, treating the film crew. While not everyone was qualified to come, there were still several dozen people in attendance.

What an incredible show of status!

Even the worldly Director Walsh had never been to The Sovereign.

Those who had been feeling sour, thinking Melody Monroe was just some kept canary, were now shutting their mouths.

To be doted on to this extent… so what if she didn’t have an official title?

Although Melody Monroe had opened a studio and become famous, she was always busy filming on set. Aside from the occasional interview, she wasn’t seen constantly running around to different gigs to make money.

This was completely different from any other star who had made it big.

Look at this scene, this extravagance. Did she look like she was short on cash?

“I also heard that Solara Palace, which we used for filming, has become a protected historical building in Jansburg. And it’s privately owned.”

“Privately owned? Isn’t it under Evan Fairchild’s name?”

“You’re too naive! If it were under Evan Fairchild’s name, why would I even bring it up?”

“You mean…”

“That’s right, it’s under Melody Monroe’s name!”

“Oh my god!”

“Then what must Melody Monroe’s net worth be?”

“What’s the point of talking about net worth? Her possession of the Angel’s Tears alone makes her wealth incalculable.”

The group chatted among themselves as they walked.

As they reached the entrance, two rows of waiters in black suits stood respectfully on either side to welcome the distinguished guests.

“Welcome to The Sovereign.”

The group looked up at their surroundings, feeling as if they had stepped into a 17th-century European palace. The lavish decorations made them lose themselves in an instant.

“I heard that the paintings on the walls are all antiques. Any one of them is worth a fortune.”

“This is Shawn Fisher’s territory. You have to remember who Shawn Fisher is.”

“Privately, they call him the King of the Night.”

After passing through a magnificent, glittering corridor, they were greeted by the sight of a large musical fountain. This was the main hall, where tonight’s buffet was already prepared.

“Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, The Sovereign is at your exclusive service.”

“Can we enjoy all the services here?” someone asked in a low voice.