Even though John always wore monochrome suits, each subtle alteration somehow made a distinct impression, but without fail, he looked breathtaking.
John glanced at his wristwatch and then at Ethan beside him. "Ethan, get the car ready."
"Sure thing."
Ethan promptly headed out.
When John's gaze shifted to Diana, it softened.
He extended his hand. "Come."
Diana flashed a faint smile and placed her hand in his palm.
Together, they walked towards the door.
Frank trailed behind. "Bro, you haven't given feedback yet. How's my new venture? You gotta come support my studio often, man."
John's expression remained cold. "For the last time."
"What?"
"This is my final visit to a place like this."
John glanced at him before getting into the Bentley.
Frank was utterly perplexed.
Last time? But bro, this was the first time here!
Is he saying... never again?!
Oh, man!
Diana sensed something amiss. But she instantly guessed John's thoughts. Seeing so many people praising her beauty, the stubborn man was... getting jealous again. Diana rolled her eyes internally. Praise was unacceptable. Non-praise was unacceptable too. Big shot, you're being a tad unreasonable! Seeing the discomfort of those around, Diana spoke up, "John, I'm feeling a bit tired. Can I go sit nearby and rest for a while, alright?" "Sure." John immediately released her hand. Diana quickly distanced herself from this scene of drama and settled near the self-serve dessert section. Just as she sat down, a figure darted towards her. Frank leaned against her, "Big sis, you gotta help me out!" "What are you doing? Don't interrupt me while I'm eating." Diana pushed him away with a swat of her hand. Frank began, "I told Winry before about wanting to surprise her. Original
Jenny hesitated. Then a hint of confusion flashed across her face... This woman... was her request that simple? Anyway, it's just a word. It wouldn't cost her much. Thinking this, Jenny opened her mouth, "Big... big sis..." Diana almost burst out laughing. What in the world? She thought Jenny would put up more of a fight. She didn't expect her to give in so easily? "Actually, there's a quick way to get out of this unrequited love turmoil," Diana slowly stated. "Find someone else to like." "Three-legged toads are rare, but men with two legs are everywhere. Why hang yourself up on that green-haired pheasant?" Jenny was exasperated, "Is this your solution?! What kind of useless advice is this?!" "Well, I was just suggesting. If you don't want to hear, that's fine." Diana was indifferent. Jenny was infuriated by her attitude. This woman was playing her! Definit
"Ms. Poly, truly a student of Palmer's... Yet, since then, Ms. Poly, there hasn't been any outstanding work. I'm quite looking forward to your final piece at this couture design awards." Diana's voice sounded graceful but struck at the core with each word. Those dark eyes locked onto her, seemingly piercing through all barriers to reach her darkest corners. Could it be... Did this little schemer know the truth from back then?! Poly felt an inexplicable tightening in her chest. Her steps wavered slightly. "Professor Poly?" Charlotte sensed something amiss and instinctively turned to look at her. Poly steadied herself, attempting to regain composure. No, it couldn't be! Back then, she was just a kid, how could she know all this?! Poly's face hardened, feeling agitated. "Hmph, talking to an immature little girl like you is a waste of breath!" With that, she turned abruptly an
"Okay, I agree. I might not have the power to make her disappear, but making her uncomfortable? That I can do..." Winry smiled coyly, a hint of coldness glinting in her eyes. It worked perfectly for her—she wasn't fond of Diana either. Inside the banquet hall, Diana wandered aimlessly, immediately engaged in conversations as John's recent attitude toward her made everyone keen on getting closer. With a forced, professional smile, Diana adeptly played the refined lady among them. Winry, spotting her, narrowed her eyes and strolled slowly towards Diana, adopting a look of timid innocence. "Diana..." Winry feigned a fearful, innocent demeanor, approaching Diana from behind. Diana turned, "Ms. White? What is it?" "Well, your skirt... is something stuck on the hem there?" Winry softly pointed out. Diana instinctively glanced down at her skirt. Just as she bent down, Winry's gaze shifted, causing her t
"Charlotte, how could you support this woman... and falsely accuse me? I clearly saw you outside in the garden, talking to her..." "Enough." Charlotte interrupted, visibly displeased. "Jenny, I know you like Frank, but your jealousy towards Ms. White is your own problem. I don't want to get involved in your mess." That statement was a bombshell. The most shocked was Frank himself. He stood there, eyes wide, looking like he'd seen a ghost. After a moment, he finally regained his senses. "What the...?" Frank blurted out a curse, then looked at Jenny in disbelief. "Jenny, what she said isn't true, right?" Jenny bit her lip. She never expected Charlotte to spill this secret. She felt a bit lost for words. When she raised her head and met Frank's incredulous gaze, Jenny bit her lip. Then she made a decision. "Yes, I like you. But Frank, I'm not jealous of Winry, she's really..." "Wow, you actu
John's eyes narrowed slightly. "Think carefully about what you were doing outside. If you can't recall, I can assist." The utterance rendered the room eerily silent. Charlotte clenched her fists. Was he... threatening her, in front of everyone? For this woman, he'd publicly threaten her?! A touch of coldness flickered in Charlotte's eyes. Hah. But what did she have to fear? In the end, if anyone got exposed, it would only be Winry. She wasn't the one resorting to such disgraceful tactics! Why should she endure this humiliation? Charlotte lifted her head. "I was with Ms. White..." "That...," Winry suddenly spoke timidly. "Earlier... when I was outside, Ms. Patel was there too. I accidentally pricked her arm with the rose I was holding and exchanged a few words, apologizing." Winry murmured, "So, maybe Ms. Matthews saw it and misunderstood." At her words, Diana burst into laughter.
Winry wiped her tears, moved by his assurance. Concerned, she said, "Frank, your face... the injury..." "It's fine. I'll go to the hospital myself. You're not feeling good tonight, go rest." Winry nodded. "Yeah, okay... I'll head back." She displayed a submissive demeanor. But deep down, she felt uneasy. About to open the car door, she suddenly remembered something. She sat back down, leaned towards Frank, and gently hooked her fingers around his neck. "Frank, how about coming upstairs with me..." Her eyes glinted with calculation. At this point, advancing their relationship with him seemed necessary. As Winry leaned in to kiss Frank, puckering her lips in anticipation, Frank turned his head and evaded her advance. "Frank?" Winry hesitated, then her eyes reddened. "So, you still doubt me?" She withdrew her hand, adopting a defensive stance. "If you don't trust me, then
Two entirely different styles complemented each other perfectly, emitting a graceful charm under the lights. Many in the audience couldn't help but express admiration. "Stunning, truly stunning! Such a rare design!" "Ms. Patel has pleasantly surprised me! This dress is gorgeous; I must bid for it later..." "It's rare to find talent coupled with kindness. Charlotte's talent and generosity truly make her the leading socialite of Cloud City!" ... Applause echoed around the room. Soon, bidding began, voices rising and falling in a flurry of offers. Jenny pursed her lips; though the dress was undoubtedly beautiful, she wasn't interested. She turned to Diana. "Big sis, what do you think of this dress?" Diana rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "The dress? It's okay." Someone nearby glanced at her upon hearing the comment. With John by her side, no one dared to say much, but the implicit disapproval was appar