Henry listened to the voices around him and he asked calmly, “President, may I know which young woman you’re referring to?”
The President of Markovia marched forward when he heard that.
Everybody assumed that he was referring to Rebecca, so the crowd exclaimed in shock when the President of Markovia walked past her.
He did not slow down when he walked past Rebecca. On the contrary, he passed by Rebecca to stop in front of a masked girl who was standing behind her.
After that, with everybody staring at them, he introduced her to Henry, “Miss J’Adore.”
The crowd was immediately stunned to silence and the trio from the Davis Family were petrified too.
Rebecca felt a chill run down her spine and she shivered involuntarily.
Is J’Adore, the vixen, acquainted with the President of Markovia? Why does the President sound like he is on good terms with her? How could this be happening? Isn’t J’Adore a useless woman without any significant status and background? How could she possibly know the President of Markovia? Besides, the entire online community has dug around for information on her. The information can’t possibly be wrong!
Rebecca pinched her upper lip; she almost fainted out of shock.
Then, she took a few steps backward before collapsing into Esme’s arms.
Fortunately, Esme was quick on her feet and she supported Rebecca just in time. Otherwise, the latter would have ended up falling face-first onto the ground.
The banquet erupted into heated discussion. “Why is J’Adore acquainted with the President of Markovia?”
“I thought it was Rebecca who knew the President of Markovia.”
“That’s right! Rebecca did not deny it earlier, so I assumed as much.”
“Oh, d*mn! In the end, it is J’Adore—with an unknown background—who is the actual person acquainted with the President of Markovia!”
“How is that possible? Netizens have dug into her information. Isn’t she a woman with unknown background and status?”
“That’s right. They could not find anything on her. How could she possibly be acquainted with the President of Markovia? Besides, they both seem quite close.”
“Oh, d*mn! I am not dreaming, am I?”
“Let me pinch you.”
“Ouch! That hurts! It hurts! This is not a dream!”
Janet was no doubt the calmest person on site.
From the very beginning, she had been leaning against the chair lazily while maintaining the faint smile that was plastered across her face.
However, the man, who was seated at the head of the table, seemed bewildered.
Although Mason was already aware, his heart skipped a beat involuntarily when he heard the truth.
On the other hand, Henry took a few steps backward hastily as he absorbed the news. He then picked up a flute of champagne from the table and downed it in one go.
After drinking some alcohol, his mind finally cleared.
Oh my goodness! I didn’t expect Janet to be acquainted with the President of Markovia! In that case, has she been sandbagging us all along? How could I not have an inkling? Sometimes, I truly question my intelligence.
Rebecca rushed forward anxiously to grab the President’s hands. “Mr. President, are you mistaken? This is J’Adore you’re talking about!”
Look closely at her! She is the vixen J’Adore!
Rebecca was on the verge of a breakdown because everything seemed like a dream. I’ve practised the piano meticulously for months and I am this close to getting hold of the man standing in front of me. However, my efforts are about to be wasted! The b*tch has snatched everything from me! Not only is Mason in love with the vixen, even Old Madam Lowry has acknowledged her! Now, even the President of Markovia is supporting her! This isn’t fair! This isn’t fair at all…
Just as Rebecca shook her head while staring at them in disbelief, voices echoed in from outside of the entrance. They were voices of both men and women and they sounded rather firm. “She is none other than J’Adore, the head of the largest organization in Markovia. She is our Boss too! Do you have any other questions?”
