Spicy ThankGod is painting a theme on the rooftop? Wanting to achieve good grades? Just excelling in a law school exam isn't enough; now she wants to make a name for herself in the art school as well?
No way.
Bena, hearing this, flashed a calculating look in her eyes.
"Bena?" Tricia extended her hand and gestured in front of her.
"Ah? What did you say?" Bena's mind wandered, not hearing Tricia's words.
"I said my family is hosting a dinner this weekend, and you should come. I'll have someone send you the invitation later," Tricia smiled.
Hearing this, Bena looked pleasantly surprised, "Can I come too?" It's an event hosted by the prestigious Wordsworth family, and she's actually invited?
"Of course, aren't we friends?" Tricia said modestly, "Let's settle it this way, wait for your visit this weekend."
After that, Tricia lowered her head, lifted her leg, and left.
Bena stood there somewhat dazed. Since the downfall of the
She looked determined."Aren't you afraid that the Wordsworth family might set a trap for you, lure you in, and then use it to threaten me, even kill me while taking advantage?" Reginald propped his head up to look at her with deep, cold eyes and a ruthless tone, "If it really happens, don't expect me to save you.""They wouldn't dare," Heloise replied, fully aware that if the Wordsworth family had the courage to do so, she would have been kidnapped at school long ago.The Wordsworth family was already under Reginald's control, with Ryan and Tricia being overshadowed figureheads. There were some loyalists, but most were aligned with Reginald. Otherwise, Ryan would have rebelled long ago.Reginald snorted, "You have a clear understanding of the situation. I'll have Ben check if I have any engagements that night. If I do, you can go. If not, you'll have to stay and keep me company."Having spent enough time with Reginald, Heloise knew that this was a
It looked like an ordinary dress, not even qualifying as formal wear. However, Heloise's delicate skin and long legs transformed it. With a simple turn, the skirt hem lifted slightly, resembling a dark starry sea in motion.This kind of beauty surpassed embellishments with diamonds on a dress because it was too naturally enchanting.Realizing this, a group of girls couldn't help but feel sour."Heloi..."An excited male voice sounded, seemingly recalling something as the voice didn't call out her full name.Heloise didn't respond, but Bena, who was nearby, immediately changed her demeanor, smiling coquettishly at the approaching person."Darnell, you're here."Darnell, attending the banquet with his parents and elder brother, noticed Heloise the moment he got out of the car.He immediately disregarded everything and ran towards Heloise.Bena greeted him with a smile, but Darnell didn't even notice her. He brushed past he
Darnell quickly followed up.Heloise felt a bit annoyed.Fortunately, she had informed Reginald about her visit to the Wordsworth residence today. Otherwise, if this reached Reginald's ears, he might think there was something unclear between her and Darnell....Tricia stood there, greeting the guests, and upon hearing the voices of her classmates, she turned her gaze and saw Bena and a group of girls."You've arrived."Tricia smiled and greeted them.Tricia exuded an air of nobility, but in front of her classmates, she didn't put on any airs, earning her respect from all the girls.The group of people gathered around Tricia, standing together, chatting and laughing."Tricia, why did you invite Spicy ThankGod? She doesn't give you any face at school," one girl complained.This comment struck a chord with Bena, who was just about to say something when Tricia spoke firmly, "Spicy is not that kind of person. Don't mi
"Ah, we have a knight in shining armor too?" Fred's tone was sharp as he locked eyes with Heloise. "Weren't you against class distinctions? How come you're now getting cozy with the third young master of the wealthy Smith family?""Choose your words carefully," Darnell's expression turned cold.Standing behind him, Heloise remained calm and composed, casually turning her wrist to adjust the bracelet as if the mockery wasn't directed at her.Fred looked at her with disdain, and a middle-aged man sitting in the center of the sofa gestured for Heloise to come closer. "Come here, little girl."Heloise's eyes flickered slightly at his words.The next moment, she smiled and walked over, approaching the man with ease. Darnell watched her with some concern.The middle-aged man sat there, holding a valuable glass of wine and looking at her with a disdainful smile. "To be honest, I've seen many young and ambitious individuals like you. Today, I'll enl
"You—"Fred's face turned pale, and he stared at her, unable to utter a word.When Tricia walked in from outside, the meeting area was engulfed in an eerie silence.She looked around at everyone, her gaze falling on Fred and Heloise, who were facing off. Tricia approached them, smiling, "Spicy, you've arrived. Let me introduce you...""Tricia, don't act like a good person," Fred said coldly. "ThankGod is very noble. How could he be interested in the Talent Society?""What?" Tricia was stunned. Seeing the strange expressions on everyone's faces, she suddenly didn't know what to say."I don't really like the Talent Society. I'm leaving," Heloise continued.Today, Heloise didn't really intend for Tricia to introduce her. She had her own agenda, and now that her purpose was achieved, she could leave.After speaking, Heloise turned and walked out.Darnell, noticing this, tried to follow, and Tricia hurriedly caught up.
At this moment, Ryan appeared as a retired tycoon from a super conglomerate, exuding an air of nobility and a hint of leisure. His smile was exceedingly gentle.Heloise stood among the guests; her gaze fixed on Vanora.It was her first time meeting the lady of the Wordsworth family. Despite reaching middle age, Vanora maintained a graceful figure, and her facial features showed no wrinkles beneath the makeup. Her temperament was gentle as water.This seemingly amiable person, however, had climbed into her best friend's husband's bed on the night of her friend giving birth. Truly, appearances could be deceiving."Welcome, distinguished guests. Your presence enhances the brilliance of this gathering..." Ryan took the microphone and began his eloquent speech with a robust voice.Heloise watched the two protagonists above without joining the applause that echoed through the venue. Instead, she observed coldly.Not particularly sympathetic by nat
Dizzy and disoriented, Ben barely composed himself and followed behind Reginald. In the face of such silence, he was already accustomed to it.Reginald lazily walked into the Wordsworth mansion, casting a casual glance around. The crowd on the right was absent, but on the left...His gaze quickly caught a glimpse of wheat-colored skin.Heloise stood among the guests, meeting his gaze from a distance. His eyes instantly deepened, carrying a dark light of possessiveness.Her heart tightened. He wouldn't come over in front of so many people, would he?"He's looking over here.""Who is he looking at?"The excited voices of several girls behind Heloise were trembling.Suddenly, a breeze passed by her side. Tricia, holding the hem of her dress, walked forward and directly approached Reginald.Tricia, who usually exuded an artistic vibe, even displayed a radiant smile in front of Reginald. "Second brother, you really came."
If this girl reports him, won't he be done for?Darnell stood not far away, watching with a darkening gaze.Tricia observed from a distance, realizing that her honeyed water was probably unnecessary.Heloise looked at the man in front of her with a wry expression, feeling everyone's eyes piercing her like arrows, as if facing a thousand accusing glares.Reginald glared at her, and each long eyelash gradually tinged with a hint of anger. "Why aren't you coming over?"The invitation to this dance was a bit too arrogant."Mr. Wordsworth, I don't know how to dance." Heloise forced a faint smile, her tone polite yet distant.It sounded like two strangers conversing.She hoped he would understand her message, give her some freedom, and not make her a target of public attention."As long as you have feet."Reginald was indifferent, gripping her delicate wrist and pulling her away.His fingers were slender, warm, t