Even as Janet listened to their praises, her face remained stoic.
As she had heard compliments like those multiple times, she was immune to their effect.
At that moment, a man was descending the staircase—he was dressed in a crisp white blouse and a black coat with a subtle golden lining.
It was clear that he did not put much effort into knotting his tie. His hair also appeared to be slightly tousled as well, but there was something curated about his look that one could not help but wonder whether he had done it on purpose.
Mason raised his brow, which only made him look more devilish and charming.
Oh my, it’s like these two beautiful people are made for each other! If only that vixen, J’Adore, did not come in between them, the maids thought wistfully.
Suddenly, there was a loud honk from outside the front door—one luxury car after another was driving toward the house.
The entourage that was arriving was grander than a presidential visit.
Janet crossed her arms and she leaned lazily against the wall to watch the fleet of luxury cars pulled up at the house. “Is there a need for this?” she asked with amusement.
Mason turned to look at her before he chuckled, “Just wait until we are married. I’m sure our entrance will be grander than this.”
She quipped as she raised her brow. “Who says that I’ll be marrying you?”
He was not annoyed; rather, he slowly sauntered toward where she stood and pulled her into his arms. “I’ll marry you if you ask for my hand!”
A small smile tugged on her lips; she looked at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes as she answered, “That’s more like it.”
Mason giggled. “Let’s go.”
Janet took the initiative to hug his waist before they boarded the black Rolls Royce together.
In the car, he gently squeezed her hand and asked, “Would it be okay for you to show up as yourself?”
She supported the weight of her chin on her palm and laughed. “What other choice do I have?”
Upon hearing that, Mason fell silent before he shifted slightly to reach toward the backseat to retrieve something.
Janet turned to see what he was holding and grinned.
“If you don’t feel comfortable making an appearance—” He paused to wear J’Adore’s mask on her before he continued. “I can wait until you are ready.” I don’t think that this is the only secret she is hiding.
A couple of days ago, the internet had blown up over the intimate gesture that he shared with the mysterious J’Adore.
He could only imagine the uproar that would ensue if Janet were to show up today, seeing that she was a familiar face to everyone.
For her to make an appearance at an event like tonight’s one could greatly affect her studies.
Even if no one had the courage to speak ill of her in front of him, Mason hated to think that those vicious rumors would reach her ears.
Janet stared at her reflection while wearing the mask on the car window as she was deep in thought.
Meanwhile, at The Palace Hotel, the Lowry Family had contracted the entire building for themselves. The receptionists, waiters and the rest of the staff were those who worked for the Lowry Family.
The lounge that was originally used for receiving guests had been converted into a powder room as well as Old Madam Lowry’s lounge.
Although she needed to rest after undergoing a complicated surgery, she was adamant on attending the event to keep an eye on every detail. After all, it concerned her grandson and her granddaughter-in-law—she had to make sure everything proceeded without a hitch!
Once she was done with her inspection, she went into the lounge to take a break.
Sean, on the other hand, was tasked with escorting her and helping to give the necessary instructions to the staff working during the banquet.
Old Madam Lowry was sipping her tea when she suddenly leaned toward him and implored with a whisper, “You know about Mason’s trip to Markovia, don’t you?”
Sean nodded; he appeared nonchalant as he replied, “Yeah, I do.”
She frowned after hearing his answer before responding solemnly, “Then, tell me what you know about that girl who is rumored to be having an affair with Mason.”
“Do you mean J’Adore?”
