"You wish! Mr. Yoder designs clothes only when he feels like it! If you don't catch his eye, all the begging in the world won't help."
John had hurried to flash a smile and squeeze through the crowd the moment the first voice rang out.
Upon reaching the front, he feigned familiarity, saying, "Ah, you've finally arrived, I am John, been looking forward to meeting you!"
Mr. Yoder, a man in his early thirties with shoulder-length hair tied back, exuded an artistic vibe. Dressed simply, he seemed somewhat out of place in the dazzling banquet hall, but no one dared to underestimate him.
Arthur glanced over and felt a vague sense of familiarity.
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