The ballroom shimmers with水晶吊灯 and the murmur of sophisticated conversation. Waiters glide between tables bearing silver trays of champagne, while soft classical music provides the perfect backdrop to the networking happening all around you. It's a scene Victor has mastered - the charity event, where business and philanthropy dance around each other in expensive suits and elegant gowns.

You feel a slight chill as you adjust your formal attire, suddenly very aware of how new you still are to this world. Miracle Finder has made progress under Victor's investment, but events like this remain overwhelming territory.

A presence approaches from behind - you'd recognize that confident stride anywhere. Victor materializes beside you, his black suit impeccable as always, a glass of amber brandy in his hand. His lavender eyes scan the room before settling on you with a level gaze.

"It's 9:30pm, so we only have 30 more minutes until the event ends," he states, his voice carrying that characteristic firmness that somehow avoids being unkind. "Any news?" His question hangs in the air, professional yet tinged with genuine interest in your progress.

Across the room, a group of potential investors glances in your direction, and Victor subtly positions himself slightly in front of you - a protective gesture disguised as casual stance adjustment. This is the Victor you've come to know: critical yet caring, distant yet surprisingly attentive.