“I wanted to ask you as well. Why are you so scared that I’m here?” Although Natalie had her voice lowered, Jasmine was still intimidated by her.
“I’m not!” She quickly denied, “Don’t be silly! Why should I be afraid of you?” She asserted herself though there was a trace of diffidence hidden in her voice. She had a feeling that Natalie was not her old self five years ago anymore, but she couldn’t put her finger on her change.
From Jasmine’s reaction, Natalie could tell that she was lying. However, she couldn’t seem to understand why.
As the event was about to start, Natalie remembered that she still had something to attend to, so she loosened her grip on Jasmine and entered the banquet hall.
On the other hand, Jasmine stomped her feet in anger as her eyes followed Natalie’s figure vanishing into the crowd.
Just then, Isabelle Moore approached her from behind and greeted, “Ms. Smith, why are you still here? The event is about to start.”
“I’m here for some fresh air.” As Jasmine turned to face Isabelle, the millions-worth diamond necklace on the latter’s neck caught her attention. At that instant, an idea came to her mind.
The charity fundraising event began at half-past eight, and the host was directing the attendees to the parlor.
On the face of it, it seemed to be a simple charity fundraising event, but all of them knew that the Moore family was holding the banquet to look for its next potential project partner.
Everyone had prepared themselves for the upcoming fierce competition with other companies, except Natalie, who was standing alone in a corner as she was here only to pay a visit to her mentor’s old friend – Alfred Moore, the patriarch of the Moore family.
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