Chapter 142 Betting
The event finally kicked into full swing, and much to Liam’s surprise... he actually found it fun.
He had assumed it would be dull—filled with forced smiles, fake conversations, and endless photos—but the energy in the room was different. People laughed, music played softly through hidden speakers, and the lighting bathed the entire hall in a warm, ethereal glow that made everything feel like it was happening in a dream.
The stage was long and sleek, with light strips bordering the runway. Each pair of partners—male and female—were being called up to take glamour shots together. After their photos, their images were immediately uploaded online, where people were already voting in real time. Laptops and devices set up in corners displayed live updates. Voters could score them based on presence, chemistry, and fashion coordination.
Backstage, a professional crew handled makeup and outfit touch-ups, while others ensured the lighting remained perfect. Drinks were served in crystal glasses, and food was passed around by suited waiters.
Liam sat quietly in his seat, observing everything. Around him, conversations floated in the air like bubbles—talks of fashion, collaborations, agency deals, and upcoming shoots. Everyone was networking, laughing, or showing off. It wasn’t just about modeling—it was a full-on social arena, and Liam found himself curiously entertained.
Even more interesting, though, was how people looked at him.
More and more, whispers filled the air around him.
Liam didn’t let it get to his head, but he wasn’t going to lie—it felt good. A paradise of beautiful people, all curious and stunned by his presence.
Lana had left just a moment ago to grab him some water. He had offered to go himself, but she insisted.
"You’re the guest. Sit your ass down and relax," she said with a playful smile.
And so he waited.