After finishing breakfast at home, Arwen left to attend her scheduled meeting.
As always, Mia had kept everything arranged. So, the moment Arwen arrived at the venue, they headed straight for the meeting.
"Mr. Darson, it's been a pleasure working with you," Arwen said with a polite smile as she stood up, extending her hand toward the middle-aged man. "I hope we get more opportunities to collaborate in the future."
Mr. Darson smiled heartily as he accepted the handshake. "It was a pleasant surprise to find out that you were the brain behind this project," he admitted, his voice still tinged with a lingering disbelief. "Honestly, I always thought Idris's Quinn's daughter was just the top socialite in our circle."
Arwen held her smile, unfazed by his words. She had long been aware of how people perceived her —as nothing more than a rich heiress of the Quinn family, a woman raised to bask in the privileges of her lineage.
