When Nancy Nash pushed open the door to Dylan Valerius's room, he was still reading.
When she saw that Dylan Valerius was still in his athletic clothes, while the suit she had long since prepared for him was tossed carelessly on the sofa, Nancy Nash's frown deepened. "Dylan, what are you doing! Today is your father's 74th birthday. It's so late, why haven't you changed yet!"
Dylan Valerius glanced languidly at Nancy Nash's provocative outfit, then let out a cold sneer. "Trying to seduce the old man with that getup so you don't get sent abroad?"
Caught off guard by her son exposing her private thoughts, Nancy Nash's expression faltered. "What nonsense are you talking about? I am Mrs. Valerius, the lady of this house, and the hostess of this banquet. Of course I have to dress up! This way, I won't embarrass your father or the Valerius family!"
