GoodNovelChapter 264 Inside the dry towel, there was actually a hotel key card! Freya took a deep breath, but no amount of breathing could quell the raging jealousy inside her.
Why did every man seem enchanted by Sylvia? Even someone like Rupert wanted to be close to Sylvia.
Why on earth? Sylvia held the key card, looking troubled. "Mr. Rupert seems to know about my predicament. Orson mentioned I should go to his room, saying he could helpout. What do you think I should do? I mean, anyone would choose Mr. Rupert, right?" "Of course, you should choose Mr. Jones!" You sneaky little thing, you only deserve someone like Mr. Jones, the toad that he is! Freya's voice was sharp, like a balloon being popped-piercing and unpleasant.
Sylvia pretended not to catch the tone and asked, "Freya, why should I only choose Mr. Jones?" Freya hesitated for a few seconds before launching into her manipulative spiel.
"Sylvia, I'm just looking out for you. You have to understand, Mr. Jones is our client. If you can't keep him happy, who knows what he might say behind your back? That could be deadly for your career." "Besides, Mr. Rupert doesn't really like you. He's in love with Ms. Simpson. You don't want to be the one causing trouble in someone else's relationship." Sylvia looked at her and reminded, "Freya, Mr. Jones is married. His son is older than I am." Freya chuckled, "That's perfect. Even if his wife finds out, she wouldn't divorce him because of the kids." || Sylvia really wanted to roll her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTaking advantage of Sylvia's silence, Freya reached out to grab the key card from her hand.
"I'll throw this key card away for you." Sylvia dodged her and tucked the key card into her purse.
"Freya, didn't you say we can't fight against the rich? Mr. Rupert is even more powerful than Mr. Jones.
can't afford to offend him. I need to I think about it. I'm going to the restroom to clean my dress." Behind her, Freya's eyes burned with anger, as if she wished she could burn a hole through Sylvia's bag.
She thought quickly and immediately put on a caring face, sidling up to Sylvia.
"Sylvia, it's going to be awkward carrying your bag while cleaning your dress. Lethold it for you." "Thank you." Sylvia handed over the bag, turning her back to Freya as she wet the towel and began to dab at her dress.
As she cleaned, Sylvia spoke in a low, conversational tone, "Honestly, I'm a little scared of Mr. Rupert He doesn't like chatty women, and I'm worried I might say the wrong thing because I'm nervous." "Uh-huh," Freya replied absentmindedly.
Once her dress was clean, Sylvia used a hairdryer to ensure there were no visible marks before turning around.
Freya promptly handed back the bag, "Sylvia, here you go. Let's head to the ballroom." "Alright." Sylvia took the bag and walked with Freya into the ballroom.
The Jones family had pulled out all the stops for this party. Not only was the ballroom lavishly decorated, but there was even a champagne tower so tall you needed a small ladder to reach the top. Each glass was a five-figure imported crystal goblet.
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To create a lush, floral atmosphere, fresh flowers had been flown in from Springtown, with a team of florists on hand to maintain them. And.
of wilting or damage and the flowers were immediately replaced.
Not to mention the extravagant spread of gourmet food on the tables.
Sylvia quickly made her way over to Eloise. They exchanged a glance but said nothing.
As she sat down, a gaze fixed on her, sending a shiver down her spine.
She glanced over and locked eyes with Rupert's deep gaze. The air seemed to stand still for a moment.
Under the lights, his eyes were cool and inscrutable until Orson whispered something to him, addin a hint of amusement to his expression.
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