"Social events?" The girl couldn't help but raise her eyebrow, "Sorry, my schedule is quite full and I might not have the time to attend..." She laughed, "Sorry, I'm not intentionally mocking anything, it's just that I really don't have time for some social events."
She instinctively thought Lynch's social events might not be too high-level, something that some might consider to be youthful innocence, but in reality, it stems from her inherent arrogance.
Growing up in a family like this, the people she hears, sees, and interacts with every day are either top tycoons, important politicians, or celebrities.
She may seem naively natural when interacting with people, but she still carries an air of superiority.
"Aren't you curious about the social event I'm attending?" Lynch wasn't upset, having seen a lot over decades—both at the top and rolling in the mud—and not about to be shaken by a mere girl.
The girl's tone was indifferent, "Well, tell me, maybe I can squeeze out some time."
