“I didn’t mean to offend.” I couldn’t rely on grasping Diayu’s fingertips or kissing her hand in apology, and for an instant, I was envious of Helen and Yongming and their obvious love and ease with each other. “I agree that the foundation does good work,” I said. “There’s just a bigger picture to consider. I think you”—I paused—“we lead very insulated lives.”

Joseph’s mouth curled into a sneer for a moment, just long enough for me to catch. It was obvious he didn’t think of me as part of “we” at all. I didn’t know if it was out of jealousy or good instincts, but I’d have to watch my back with this guy.

“No offense taken,” Daiyu said. “I’m glad you said something, because I think you’re right: It’s too easy for us to lead sheltered lives, to fall into just one point of view.”

I smiled, because she was speaking in literary terms now that I was comfortable with and understood. The very opposite of what it felt like for me to be at a fancy gala dressed in an expensive tux.

Yongming nodded, but I didn’t miss Joseph’s slight scowl as Daiyu lifted her flute. “Still, I appreciate your donation tonight, Jason—all your donations.” She graced us with a warm smile, playing the role of hostess perfectly. “I hope you’re all having a good time.”

Everyone nodded, and Helen raised her flute. “You always throw the best galas.”

Daiyu clinked her glass with each of us as a server rushed in with another champagne-filled tray.

I took advantage of the distraction and drew closer, speaking into Daiyu’s ear, “Any chance we can escape for a bit?”

A flush rose to her cheeks.

I needed to leave the crowded ballroom in order to isolate Daiyu’s Palm for Lingyi to access, or, better yet, pick up on Jin’s personal devices. I also really just wanted to get out of there.

“I’d like to put these in a vase,” Daiyu said. “Let me give you a tour of the house, Jason.”

I took pleasure in her friends’ startled expressions but refrained from appearing too smug.