"What?"
Phoebe widened her eyes in surprise and looked at Stanford in disbelief.
She even suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, so she heard such incredible words.
Although they hadn't contacted each other for a long time, she knew that Stanford was really arrogant and attended the banquet without any female companions.
It could be said that except for Florence, no other woman had held his arm and appeared in the banquet hall.
Stanford turned to look at Phoebe.
With a serious expression on his face, he asked, "What’s wrong?"
It was a big problem!
She couldn't imagine the feeling of holding his arm and standing beside him.
She hurriedly said, "I... my friend next door seems to be back tonight. I'll ask him to be my partner then. I will tell Kieran, I think he won't say anything."
Friend next door?
Stanford was even more annoyed when she called a man in such an intimate way.
With a darkened face, he suddenly leaned closer to Phoebe and said word by word, "You don't like me being your partner?"
The man's cold and fragrant breath spread out and invaded her senses overbearingly, making Phoebe's whole body stiff.
Her mind went pale and she said in a panic, "how, how could it be..."
"That's it."
"Tell the public that I'm your friend next door," said Stanford
Phoebe was speechless.
There were only two families living next to her house. One was a son that will come tonight and the other was a daughter.
However, Stanford didn't give her the chance to refuse.
He stood up, straightened his suit and said, "Arrange a guest room. I need to change my clothes."
His commanding tone made Phoebe unable to refuse at all.
It seemed that this was his home.
Florence was stunned to see that. She didn't know why Stanford became Phoebe's partner tonight.
She whispered in Ernest's ear, "Does my brother want to use the identity of Phoebe's male companion to contact Kieran? Although it may cause some troubles, it seems to be more natural."
Ernest smiled meaningfully and said, "if you think so, then that's it."
Florence was confused. What did he mean? Wasn’t it the reason?
Then why did Stanford do that?
While she was thinking, Stanford walked to the door and opened it.
He turned around and stared at Phoebe. "Let's go."
It was not until then that Phoebe came to her senses. She needed to show Stanford the way.
"Okay, okay."
She stood up in a hurry. After taking only two steps, she thought of something and said, "well, I didn't know you would come at this time, so I didn't prepare clothes for you. I'll ask someone to buy them right away. Maybe we'll have to wait a moment."
"No, thanks. My servant has brought the clothes here. You can ask the servant to bring them here."
Phoebe didn't know what to say.
He even prepared the clothes.
Well prepared.
Florence was also surprised. She didn't know when her brother had asked someone to prepare such a complete set of clothes.
Looking at her dull look, Ernest rubbed her hair dotingly.
"They also bring your dress. You can choose your favorite."
But how could he still remember it after such a long time?
Phoebe stepped back nervously and said warily, "I didn't mean to do that. Besides, didn't Stanford give you a new one?"
Why did he ask her for it?
"Well, he did." Collin suddenly stood up and took a step forward, blocking Phoebe who was about to slip away.
He narrowed his eyes and looked a little dangerous. "Phoebe, what's the relationship between you and Stanford? Why he needs to pay it for you?"
What kind of relationship?
Nothing.
Phoebe felt empty and stiff.
"Then what do you want? I can't find a professional designer to design the same for you. I can do my best to compensate you."
Other than that, she really couldn't think of any other way.
With a playful smile on her face, Collin asked, "Am I a person lack of money?"
"Then what do you want?"
He must have a plan when he asked her about the equipment.
Collin said slowly, "answer me a question honestly."
Phoebe looked at him warily. "What's the problem?"
"Do you have feelings for Stanford now?"
Collin looked at Phoebe sharply as if she wanted to see through her soul.
Phoebe was stunned.
This question was like a knife stabbing into her heart.
What else could she have?
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