"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
Tricia stood in place, her beautiful face expressionless, but her lips pursed tightly.Fred walked up to her, looking at the radiant Heloise on stage, and said with a grimace, "Your brother wouldn't actually be interested in her, right?"They all ridiculed Heloise quite a bit today. If she snags Reginald, it would be a skyrocketing rise for her, and they, on the other hand, would have no place to go.Upon hearing this, Tricia showed an elegant smile and said, "I've always said that Spicy is special. As a commoner, she shines so brightly, dancing so well, as if there's nothing she can't do. It's quite normal for my brother to be attracted to her." She praised Heloise again.Fred was extremely disgusted.A maid holding various empty glasses walked by him. Connecting Tricia's words, Fred suddenly sneered.Nothing she can't do? That's too full of herself.As a commoner, there are plenty of things she doesn't know in high society.T
Ben stood at the back and signaled to a bodyguard leaning against the wall.The bodyguard immediately walked over, drew the gun from his waist, and aimed it at the maid's head.The maid was so scared that she knelt on the ground, extremely frightened, "I'm sorry, Second Young Master. I was momentarily confused and took money from Young Master Fred. I deliberately poured the wine into the wrong glass for Miss. ThankGod. I'm sorry, I'm sorry...""You..."Fred quickly stood up, wanting to retort but found he had nothing to say. His face turned extremely ugly in an instant."Why do we always have these opportunistic people?" Reginald sat there, licking his lips, his handsome face completely shrouded in shadows. After a while, he spoke without much expression, "Throw her out. If she can still find a job in the PHOENIXFELL Empire, Ben, you don't need to come see me again.""Yes, Mr. Wordsworth." Ben nodded and gestured to the bodyguard, "Throw her
Heloise sat there, slightly holding her breath, and calmly turned her gaze towards Reginald.She saw him surrounded by a few people, sitting arrogantly with crossed legs. Suddenly, a chill flashed in the eyes covered by long lashes, and thin lips curved into a smile that sent shivers down the spine, more chilling than if he were not smiling.Reginald looked at the table in front of him, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. The distinct knuckles firmly grasped the cup handle, and the blue veins on the back of his hand gradually became prominent, pulsating intensely for a moment.Just when Heloise thought he was going to break the wine glass in his hand, Darnell's father on the side had a drastic change in his expression.Darnell's father turned his gaze towards Darnell and Heloise, seeing the two dressed in similar colors. His face immediately turned ugly. "Darnell, who is this...?"Isn't this the girl Reginald picked to dance just now? What amb
Ben dares not answer, cautiously cradling the broken wine glass in his hands."A woman worth my fear and caution? It's ridiculous," Reginald chuckled, his tone growing colder.He had restrained himself even when she wore matching outfits with other men, despite the numerous enemies and the public exposure that might make her vulnerable. He had plenty of bodyguards and subordinates—what was there to fear about protecting a woman? But what if, just that one time, he couldn't protect her?Shit!He was genuinely timid."Mr. Wordsworth, shall we first bandage the wound?"Ben dared not respond to Reginald's words and could only address his injuries.Reginald looked at his palm, seemingly indifferent to the pain, and clenched his fingers. He then spoke coldly, "Deal with the Smith's. I don't like anyone with the surname Smith.""Yes," Ben promptly replied....Heloise descended from Tricia's banquet, and outside th