All Chapters of I Became His Sweetheart: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Upon hearing the media gathering at the entrance, Mrs. White restrained herself slightly.Seizing the opportunity, Grace broke free from the bodyguards. She disregarded her disheveled state and dashed away.Mrs. White was furious. She screamed, "Shameless wench! Try and seduce my man again! I'll make sure you regret it!"Melanie was wearing a duckbill cap and stood at the back of the crowd. She watched as Grace stumble and flee. Grace even tripped over a chair near the exit, looking utterly embarrassed."Hurry, disperse the media!" Jacob ordered his subordinates.Still catching her breath, Mrs. White addressed the media, "Why are you still filming us? That shameless woman has fled! Go after her!"Naturally, there were cameras focused on Grace. Numerous reporters trailed behind her. There were even more than those present during her fashion events. Grace hadn't anticipated that the media would appear so quickly when she asked Gemma to call them!The situation seemed increasingl

Melanie immediately began preparations to welcome the Lifetime Honorary Chairman upon her discharge from the hospital.The association handed her a detailed list that spanned two full A4 pages.The honorary chairman desired a room with a south-facing balcony, an authentic traditional breakfast, a black business car for transportation, a male driver aged between forty and fifty, and so on. The requirements were incredibly specific.For over a week, Melanie transformed into an administrative powerhouse. She conducted three rounds of interviews just to find qualified drivers.Finally, her persistence and effort paid off. Melanie had everything settled by the evening before the honorary chairman arrived in Harbor City. She arranged transportation and coordinated with the company's administrative team to greet the man at the airport the next morning.That night, Melanie received a call from Annie, who immediately inquired, "Darling, about the news of Grace sneaking into Chairman Wh

"Melanie Jones, the heiress of Jones Enterprise..." the association representative responded somewhat hesitantly.Cyrus' tight frown relaxed slightly as his eyebrows raised in realization. So, it was her...!"Have her come explain herself to me," Cyrus demanded.The association representative was taken aback by the request. However, not daring to question Cyrus' intentions, he immediately had someone fetch Melanie. As soon as Melanie entered, Cyrus spun his chair around, turning his back to the entrance.Melanie smiled and said, "Mr. Gibson, my intention in receiving you was genuine. But as for why so many reporters suddenly appeared, I might need some time to ascertain the truth and explain."Melanie continued firmly, "But I can guarantee I didn't secretly contact the media. The entire industry knows you dislike interviews. I wouldn't have orchestrated such a scenario if I had even an ounce of sense. That would be setting a trap for myself, right?""Hah..." Cyrus coldly chuc

The old man's expression softened considerably as he looked at Melanie. "I arrived not too long ago. I'm just out for a stroll," he replied.Remembering the many traditional dresses in the old man's wardrobe, Melanie figured he likely had someone close who adored them. She approached him and whispered, "Sir, if you're looking for traditional dresses, I can take you to a shop run by an old tailor. The ones here are all flashy. I'm only here because they're good for appearances."The old man chuckled at her remark, his wrinkles creasing in amusement as he nodded. "Okay, then. Please wait a moment. I'll try on some clothes," she said before turning to instruct the store clerk who was with her, "This gentleman is with me. Please take good care of him.""Of course," the store clerk replied.After Melanie had defused the situation, the store clerks were visibly relieved. They now had a newfound respect for her as they helped lead the old man to a waiting area.Grace sneered with d

Melanie was stunned by the sheer number of dresses. Busy directing the servants to organize them in batches within her dressing room, she completely missed the stormy expression on Jeffrey's face.Half an hour later, the dressing room was mostly organized. Melanie instructed the servants to take a break and continue the next day. As they left, she stood with her hands on her hips and gazed at the multitude of dresses and evening gowns with a sense of resignation.The old man had left her his contact before departing, suggesting he'd get in touch soon. But how many fragrances would she need to craft for him to repay such a generous favor...?Lost in thought, she was suddenly startled when she looked up."Ah!"Had she not been walking slowly, she might have collided with Jeffrey, who stood like an immovable boulder against the closet doors. His deep black eyes were fixed intently on her."Why are you here?" Melanie exclaimed."Can't I be here?" He retorted.She shrugged. Gi