Chapter 819 Casanova’s Engagement Dinner
“Alright. Let her stay for now. We will look for her family some other time,” Elise agreeably gave her permission.
“Thank you, Mommy!” Irvin brought a hand up to salute her like a boy scout.
While Elise and Alexia were laughing at his comical response, Mimi was cautiously watching them with wide eyes while she hid behind him.
Ding dong!
Thinking that it was Jamie, Elise got up and went to open the door when the doorbell rang.
She only realized that the person standing there was Johnny after she opened the door.
“Good day, Miss Cardashian. I am Johnny Smith, the deputy general manager at Smith Co.. I welcome you to Tissote. Our chief executive will have his engagement dinner tonight. This is an invitation letter from us. We hope you will grace us with your presence,” Johnny stated as he handed over the exquisite card in his hand.
“It is an honor.” Elise took the invitation with both hands.
The one thing that made Smith Co. grow to its size today, and also what made it different from any other companies, was that Smith Co. never missed the opportunity to make friends with elites from any industry.
Of course, they also depended on their well-developed information network that made it possible for them to get the most accurate information at the earliest time. Untrustworthy sources like Margaret and Edmond couldn’t even dream of getting the scraps by the time they got the correct information.
“I won’t be disturbing your rest any further, Miss Cardashian. A car will pick you up in person later. Please pay attention to any calls you might get.”
“Alright.”
Johnny then turned around and left after he was done with his business.
After Elise closed the door, she walked back into the room with the invitation card and opened it to take a look. Jessamine’s full name was printed on the column for the fiancée’s name.
The sight only made Elise smile as a mocking gleam flashed across her eyes.
Alexander had been collecting women similar to her from all over the world in the past seven years. He and the women would then have a short-term marriage through contracts, giving outsiders the impression that he was heartbroken because of Elise’s death, so he looked for someone to take her place to satisfy his desires.
But in fact, all the substitutes were used in order for Elise to successfully become Alexander’s wife in the future while assuming Anastasia’s identity.
He wanted the world to know that he accepted anyone and everyone regardless of their circumstances as long as they looked like Elise.
Alexander and Elise were the only ones who knew that Alexander was waiting for their love to come to fruition.
“Mommy.” Irvin jumped up and waved his hand in front of her. “Did you hear what I said?”
Elise only came back to her senses then. “What did you say?”
“I asked you if you are going to attend that casanova’s engagement dinner!” the boy demanded aggressively with his hands on his waist.
She couldn’t help but be amused by his question. “Do you know who Alexander Griffith is? Why do you say that about him?”
“Is he not a casanova when he changes wives so frequently? I don’t like that man. I don’t want you to go, Mommy.” Irvin looked like a little adult as he talked reason into her.
“He is a casanova just because he changes wives? Well then, did you know that he gets a new wife every now and then because he misses his first wife? Do you think it is right to judge someone you don’t know just like that?” Elise asked solemnly.
“But it is all over the news!” The boy kept frowning. “Shouldn’t you keep your distance from other people if you truly love someone? Even Lexi gets upset when I am nice to other girls. Married couples should be more mindful of this!”
“There are entertainment magazines that once said that I got pregnant before marriage, and that I am a bad woman who doesn’t have self-respect. Do you think they were right?”
Irvin immediately blurted out without thinking, “Of course not! My mommy is the best Mommy in the world! Those people were just making things up!”
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