The number flashed relentlessly on his screen a few more times.
Lennon blocked it without a second thought, and the vibrations finally stopped.
His assistant noticed the action but knew better than to ask any questions.
"Mr. Spencer, the Spencer family is hosting a party in a few days. The invitation was sent to your email."
Lennon grunted softly, asking without much interest, "What's it for?"
"Just a get-together, I hear."
Lennon didn't respond.
The assistant didn't press further.
After nearly ten minutes of silence in the car, the assistant heard Lennon's voice again. "Wait for news from her side. If she's going, clear my schedule."
The assistant almost blurted out, "Who?" but caught himself and nodded quickly.
Lennon leaned back against the seat, his eyes downcast, lost in thought.
The assistant didn't dare to stare, focusing on driving straight to the studio.
...
Naomi also received an invitation from the Spencer family.
She found it rather odd.
Although the Spencers lived in the same exclusive community, their status was somewhat detached and superior.
While the Spencers wouldn't refuse an invitation from the Hughes family or others, they never hosted parties themselves.
Had hell frozen over?
Unsure of what it meant, she decided not to reply for now.
It wasn't her decision to make anyway; she'd just wait to hear from her parents.
But she hadn't expected to get a call from Herbert.
"It's my family's party. Make sure you're there."
Naomi was taken aback. "Why?"
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