Afterward, she said, “It’s a bit of a shame you didn’t qualify to be the royal exclusive jewelry designer this time, but don’t worry. Just keep trying.”

Though she didn’t say it outright, her words clearly implied that she had already forgiven Fiona.

Fiona stole a quick glance at Ryanna.

Ryanna had remained silent the entire time, yet the fact that she hadn’t stood up and left spoke louder than words ever could.

With a gentle smile, Fiona spoke softly. “I am truly sorry for this. I know I’ve let you down.”

Ryanna, silent until then, set down her glass and murmured, “It’s fine.”

Fiona let out a deep sigh of relief upon hearing that both Ryanna and Annie had forgiven her. She was aware that Ryanna and Katelyn never got along. Fiona had known this from the very beginning.

Aware of the tensions between Ryanna and Katelyn, Fiona seized the moment. “I’m hosting a banquet tomorrow. Would I have the honor of having your presences? I’d love to extend an invitation to Miss Bailey as well.”

She talked as though she and Katelyn were close allies, yet everyone present was aware of her intentions.

Ryanna considered briefly, then agreed with a simple, “Okay.”

Standing, she told Fiona, “I must attend to some matters, so I’ll take my leave now.”

Ryanna collected her belongings and headed for the door.

Fiona rose hastily, casting a worried glance at Annie. “And these items…”

Annie, reclining casually on the couch, dismissed Fiona’s concerns with a flick of her hand. “Leave them be.” Her smile was tinged with irony as she swirled her wine.

Annie’s long acquaintance with Ryanna had given her a deep understanding of her. Ryanna acted as though she were incredibly noble, but deep down, her heart was as dark as night.

Fiona, somewhat reassured, asked, “So, will you attend tomorrow night?”

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“Absolutely, I wouldn’t miss it,” Annie replied, sipping her wine. “Who would pass up a chance to witness Katelyn’s discomfort?”

Her animosity towards Katelyn remained unresolved. She was delighted to see anyone opposing Katelyn.

Fiona’s anxiety disappeared completely now. With allies like Annie and Ryanna, her path seemed more promising. What did a single failure really mean? What truly mattered was that the final result turned out well. Currently, her family’s fortunes were intertwined with Ryanna and Annie; it was crucial not to offend them.

Fiona eyed the velvet boxes on the table, her expression a mix of frustration and annoyance. She had put in a great deal of effort and spent a significant amount of money to acquire these items. She felt a twinge of reluctance as she handed them over so easily. Yet, she recognized her limited options.

Annie finished her wine, stood, and instructed Fiona, “Take care of the check-out.” She collected the items and left.

Although Fiona felt reluctant, she had no choice but to endure it. In the end, she still needed to rely on them for favors.

As Annie exited, Fiona’s phone buzzed. Recognizing the caller, a sneer crept across her face, her gaze turning cold and determined.

Fiona picked up the phone call.

From the other end came a brisk, cold voice. “Is everything ready?”

Standing by the balcony, Fiona gazed out over the vast clouds, a smirk playing on her lips. “I never fail once I take action.”

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