Marrying The Supposed Gold Digger (Valerie) novel Chapter 653

The red carpet stretched 160 feet, with all kinds of prominent figures gathered. Many of the people Valerie had only seen on television were now within her sight.

As Matthew held her and walked forward, the sound of cheers and applause followed them. Whether they were wealthy businessmen or celebrities, everyone seemed very familiar with these proceedings.

It was clear she still had much to learn. Compared to these glamorous events, the winery business seemed trivial. Socializing was an unavoidable aspect of business.

After she signed in and entered the convention center, Valerie's heart raced. The last time she had seen such a gathering of celebrities was during a movie promotion when she watched from above, realizing the disparity in social classes for the first time.

Now, with a different status, they were personally guided by the hostesses to the front row.

The convention center was divided into two areas the front area for the elite, who needed to be worth at least 2 billion dollars, and the back area with tiered seating.

The seating arrangement in the front was semicircular, with five seats per group, offering excellent privacy. There were ten such groups, while the back area was more general seating.

The convention center, with a capacity of a thousand people, had Matthew in the prime position.

Once seated, Valerie noticed the rules of the charity auction and some item descriptions on the seats.

She glanced over them, but nothing particularly dazzling.

It seemed the main attractions would only be revealed once the event started.

Valerie looked around and saw unfamiliar faces on both sides, all billionaires.

From their attire, it was clear their clothes were high-end custom-made, one-of-a-kind globally.

Valerie finally understood that in this setting, the competition wasn't about popular starlets. Although female celebrities could add a touch of glamour, they themselves were capital.

She watched as the wealthy in the back rushed to the front to hand out business cards, trying to ingratiate themselves by half-squatting, their eyes filled with flattery.

Meanwhile, the big shots in the front row barely glanced at them. With a lift of their eyelids, their assistants took the cards and sent them away.

Valerie wondered how these business cards would be handled. Just then, a group of people gathered around Matthew.

Matthew held Valerie back from standing up, as middle-aged men in their forties and fifties bowed and nodded to Matthew.

"Mr. Grant, I'm Tanner Deleon from the Deleon Group."

"I'm from the deck..."

"I'm..."