Destined to Love You novel Chapter 117

The cold water ran down from her face, the chin, and then the dress. Her dress was wet.

Angelia opened her eyes slowly and saw Claudia staring at her.

"This is the last warning. If you don't leave, don't blame me for doing something!"

After speaking, she put the empty water glass on the table, turned and left.

It was located in the corner of the hall. No one paid attention to what was happening here.

Angelia stood there for a while, then raised her hand to wipe the drops of water on her face.

Although the temperature in the hall was adjusted to the most suitable temperature, she still felt a little cold because her dress got wet.

She looked around, couldn't find Jonathan, and walked towards the bathroom with her head down.

Angelia reached out and held the necklace around her neck.

Yes, she was selfish.

She didn't want to leave.

If Jonathan knew her real identity, how would he think about her?

Will there be pain or anger in his deep eyes?

Angelia didn’t want to see that scene.

She hurried forward and wanted to find Jonathan quickly and stay with him.

She just took two steps forward and was suddenly stopped by someone.

"Don't come close."

Angelia raised her head subconsciously and saw two bodyguards standing in front of her. They were tall and strong.

Angelia walking quickly just now and almost hit them.

And behind them, there was a woman wearing a black dress.

She wore black lace gloves on her hands and a veil on her face. She looked mysterious and noble.

She stood there, like a beautiful picture.

Behind her, there were still a few servants.

Angelia froze for a moment.

"Sorry."

After speaking, she stood aside.

A group of people continued to walk forward. Just a few steps, when the young lady came to her, she stopped suddenly.

"Wait."

Everyone stopped.

Angelia looked up and saw that her eyes fell on herself through the veil.

Her eyes are gentle and powerful.

She looked at Angelia for a while, and slowly smiled.

"You are wet."

After that, she handed over her handkerchief.

"Be careful."

The handkerchief was full of a refreshing faint fragrance. Angelia took it, and on the soft black silk, the word "Hopkins" was embroidered with golden thread.

Angelia was taken aback, and vaguely guessed the identity of the lady in front of her.

She hurriedly lowered her head and bent over.

"Thank you madam."

Mrs Hopkins nodded slightly before moving on.

Angelia looked at the handkerchief in her hand, turned and walked towards the bathroom.

Angelia had just turned around, and Mrs Hopkins, who had already left, turned her head and looked at her back.

The servant who followed asked in a low voice, "Madam, do you want to call her back?"

Mrs Hopkins watched for a long time before looking away.

"No need."

After speaking, she turned and walked into the hall.

When she had just walked in, hundreds of people in the hall were quiet for an instant and looked towards her.

They looked with respect at the young inheritor of Hopkins family in front of them. Whether it was an old man over half a hundred years old or a fledgling rookie, they did not dare to be arrogant.

The ancient and noble Hopkins family has absolute rights and power.

Everyone couldn’t doubt it.

They all looked over, but didn't dare to look at Mrs Hopkins, maintaining a polite and humble attitude.

Mrs Hopkins slowly walked onto the center stage.