Chapter 128
After Emmanuel sent Mackenzie home, he changed his clothes and
prepared to drive her Maserati out.
Before he left, Mackenzie exclaimed, “Wait!”
She strode toward him before personally tidying his collar and hair.
Emmanuel was pleasantly surprised because it was the first time
Mackenzie had done that.
A few minutes later, she stared at her handiwork with satisfaction. “Now
you can leave.”
The person who understood Beatrix the most would always be Mackenzie.
She didn’t even need to guess why her little sister borrowed her husband,
which was to use him as a shield.
Concurrently, a banquet for university students was held in a large
luxurious room within Draco City Hotel.
The lights were bright and the atmosphere was lively.
All attendees were dressed attractively and exuded a vibe of
youthfulness.
It was the birthday banquet for Jonathan Verkade, the heir of a branch
Verkade family.
Jonathan’s status was, of course, incomparable to Gautier’s, who was the
scion of the main family. Even Hubert wasn’t a match for his brother,
though he was still the son of an affluent family.
Thus, the only men invited to the banquet were those with distinguished
backgrounds. As for the women, they were either descendants of eminent
families or absolute beauties.
At that moment, Beatrix had left the dance floor and sat alone on a bench.
Her best friend, Elizabeth Lenoir, hastily met up with her after spotting her.
“Are you returning already, Beatrix? ”
Elizabeth was Claudette’s twenty–one–year–old little sister. Like Beatrix,
she was a fourth–year student at Yeringham University. In six months, she
could either choose to further her studies overseas or join her family’s
corporation.
“It’s about time, anyway. I’ve already asked someone to pick me up,”
“Is it your family’s driver? You’d rather have them drive you home than
After all, not only was Jonathan a scion, but he was also a famous figure in
“He’s not my boyfriend. Why do I want him to take me home?” Like her
older sister, Beatrix disliked the Verkade family’s sons. They’re all either
hypocrites, douchebags, or rakish. I ask Emmanuel to pick me up because
there’s a chance a random driver won’t be enough to dissuade Jonathan
At that moment, the door to the hall was pushed open. An elegantly
“Is he here for the banquet, too? Why don’t I recognize him?”
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