Ying Lun Peter suggested taking everyone to a party, and no one had any objections.
With everyone's agreement, Ying Lun Peter arranged for a convoy to take them to the city.
Due to his special status, Du La Peter did not accompany them. Long Aotian, An Hei Ling, and Hughes Wang followed behind the convoy, primarily responsible for Xia Lin's safety. Other matters were irrelevant to them.
As long as Xia Lin's life was not threatened, that was all that mattered.
La Bena International Hotel.
This was a very luxurious hotel in London, with supercars and Rolls-Royces parked outside.
It was said that the waiters here earned over ten thousand pounds a month, which was a testament to the hotel's exclusivity.
This was also a frequent venue for London's upper society to host parties. Those who entered and exited were either billionaires or scions of noble families, and international stars could often be seen here.
In short, it was a gathering place for the elite, with the activities inside exceeding one's imagination.
Even though those international stars appeared arrogant on camera, here, they were merely clowns for entertainment.
Anyone present here could basically decide your career path and fate.
The goddesses you once admired could only resort to suggestive poses to catch the eye of the wealthy here.
Foreign capital played this game with exceptional skill.
Ying Lun Peter was once a frequent visitor. As a nobleman from Great Britain, frequenting such places was commonplace for him.
Upon the convoy's arrival at the hotel, a group of attendants, dressed in formal wear, stepped out to open the car doors for them.
As everyone alighted, they were impressed by the luxurious hotel. Qin Dou patted the shoulder of the National Little King and asked, "When you were studying abroad here, did you ever come here?"
"I never came here. When I was studying abroad, I didn't even know my family was rich. I relied on my girlfriend for living expenses, so how could I have come here?" The National Little King quickly shook his head.
He was also aware of the hotel's reputation. Even with his current status, he wouldn't have been able to enter without an escort.
Unless his father personally came, they would receive an invitation. He wasn't qualified enough yet.
"Young Master Peter, you've arrived." At this moment, a manager-like figure rushed out of the hotel and greeted them warmly.
"These are all my friends. Let them in to attend the party," Ying Lun Peter said, gesturing to everyone.
"Very well, Young Master Peter's guests are welcome to enter." The manager nodded with a smile and then had attendants issue an entry pass to each person.
"Lin'er, let's go in." Ying Lun Peter, with a fawning expression, approached Xia Lin, his attitude extremely respectful.
The manager of the La Bena Hotel was an astute individual who had seen all sorts of people and possessed exceptional observational skills.
He knew who Ying Lun Peter was – the grandson of a Duke in Great Britain, a genuine noble. Yet, he was now showing such humility towards an Eastern woman.
This surprised him greatly, and he secretly pondered the Eastern woman's identity.
"Okay, let's go in." Xia Lin nodded and, linking arms with Liu Jingru, walked into the hotel.
Ying Lun Peter quickly followed, and the group moved into the hotel in a grand procession.
The third floor of the hotel was designated for parties. After presenting their entry passes, Xia Lin and the others entered the event.
Inside, there were people of all sorts, men and women of various ages mingling. A small number of Eastern faces could also be seen.
They were conversing in groups, bragging and showing off. Some Western men were accompanied by several beautiful women with deep blue eyes.
These women wore revealing attire, causing some onlookers to blush.
It was Xia Lin's first time in such a place. Even though she was a woman, she couldn't help but blush at the sight.
The National Little King glanced around, brimming with interest in the various beauties.
"See that, Delice Anna?" Qin Dou nudged the National Little King from behind and gestured towards a woman not far away with his chin.
"Isn't that a Hollywood superstar?" The National Little King followed Qin Dou's gaze and asked.
"Yes, I didn't expect to see her here. She's even more charming than I imagined," Qin Dou commented, appraising the woman nearby.
"Look over there, those are all internationally renowned actresses," Jiang Xin joined them and pointed in another direction.
"These international stars are also here to entertain at parties like this," the National Little King remarked casually.
"I'm so disappointed that Delice Anna has come to a place like this. She was my goddess," Qin Dou said with a sigh of disappointment.
"Idiot, your goddess also needs to eat and have a private life. Are you going to support her?" the National Little King retorted dismissively.
No matter how glamorous a celebrity might appear on camera, they still had their own lives in private.
"Exactly. A goddess in public, but a mere woman in private. In places unseen, who knows how sordid it might be? As the saying goes, behind every goddess is a man who's tired of her," Jiang Xin chimed in, shrugging indifferently.
He disliked celebrity worship and looked down on celebrities. With his capabilities, playing with popular goddesses would be a piece of cake.
"Haha… why don't you go say hello? At least you'll have seen your goddess, fulfilling your wish," the National Little King said, chuckling at the dejected Qin Dou.
"Forget it, she's lost her image in my heart," Qin Dou shook his head.
As they chatted, everyone began to disperse and entertain themselves. Food was readily available, and many beautiful women were performing on stage.
"Lin'er, look at that old man. He's so lewd, constantly groping. And those women are even leaning into him to let him touch them," Liu Jingru pointed at a thin old man not far away.
"He's Great Britain's most famous designer, Karen Biel. Brands like Gucci, Chanel, Lv, and Hermès all have products designed by him," Ying Lun Peter explained softly, standing beside Xia Lin.
"Alright, I suddenly feel that all these brands are quite disgusting. Thankfully, I don't have to use them," Xia Lin said, feeling a wave of disgust at the lecherous Karen Biel.
"He's just a designer. Why are those international stars throwing themselves at him?" Liu Jingru asked, a little puzzled.
"Because he holds the power to choose who gets to be a spokesperson. For the clothes or bags he designs, he has the authority to decide the endorser," Ma Yuqin explained, walking over.
"No wonder. Disgusting or not, endorsing these world-renowned luxury brands can significantly boost one's fame," Liu Jingru nodded, not entirely understanding.
Ma Yuqin nodded and said, "That's exactly it."