I was about to find an excuse to leave when the server from earlier seemed to have discovered something.

He pointed at my clothes and said, "Balenciaga? Where did you pick up that outfit? You're not one of the cleaning staff here who stole it from a guest room, are you?"

I couldn't help but frown. "Can't this outfit be my own?"

Clara scoffed mockingly, "Yours? Can you even afford it? What wealthy person would run around looking so disheveled?"

She dramatically covered her nose. "It's so dirty. You probably put it on without even washing it after stealing it."

Nathan looked at me, his brow furrowed so deeply. "Vivian, you've sunk this low, and you're still being stubborn?"

I didn't want to deal with them, so I spoke directly to the server. "If you really think I stole something, you're welcome to call the police right now."

I knew he was trying to curry favor with Clara by stepping on me since she was clearly displeased with me.

Sure enough, his arrogance immediately deflated, and he muttered quietly, "If it weren't for the important guest staying at the hotel today, and us not wanting people like you to disturb them, I would have called the police already."

Clara's eyes lit up, and she quickly chimed in, "You mean Logan Lowe, right? I heard he and his family came to Oceanus City for vacation and are staying at this hotel."

Nathan nodded, his eyes showing a hint of anticipation. "If the Lowe family could support the project my company is working on, that would be perfect."

The mention of "Logan Lowe" immediately sparked a heated discussion.

"Isn't that why we came to this banquet today? To get a chance to meet Mr. Lowe? His family owns this entire building."

"I heard he got married and had a child in his early 20s. I wonder which heiress he married."

Everyone was discussing when the lobby manager came running in frantically, sweating profusely. A team of people followed behind him.

"Has anyone here seen a seven-year-old boy, about this tall?"

The manager wiped his sweat, his eyes urgently searching around the hall. Seeing such a commotion, someone quick-witted immediately guessed what was happening.

"Is it Mr. Lowe's son? I heard he just turned seven this year."

The banquet guests became enthusiastic and immediately started searching everywhere. After all, if they found the child, they might have a chance to establish connections with the Lowe family.

Nathan and Clara also joined the search, too busy to pay attention to me. I looked at the chaotic hall and walked straight toward the dessert area.

Sure enough, I found my son underneath with cream smeared all over his face. I extended my hand with a stern expression. "Come here."

My son, Mason Lowe, was startled and hugged the table leg, refusing to let go. "I'm not coming out."

Just as I was about to pull him over, Clara appeared from nowhere and stood righteously in front of me. "Vivian, what are you doing? Even if you want to curry favor with the Lowe family, you don't need to lay hands on a child!"

Nathan rushed over after hearing the commotion, his eyes full of disappointment as he looked at me. "Vivian, I never thought you'd stoop to something like this for fame and fortune."

The server grabbed the manager and complained, "It's this woman! She suddenly barged into the banquet and even stole another guest's clothes!"

The manager's expression immediately turned cold as he called for security. "Arrest this thief and send her straight to the police station! If she scared Mr. Mason, you're all fired!"

A gleam of triumph flashed in Clara's eyes. She bent down and put on a kind face toward Mason.

"Come here, sweetheart. Come to me. I'll protect you."

Mason completely ignored her. Under everyone's shocked gazes, he carefully reached for my hand. "Mommy, I'm sorry."