From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 144

Their eyes met. Frederick's dark pupils reflected her gloomy expression.

Yet he was entirely dismissive. "You are representing the wife of the CEO of The Foster Group, not yourself."

"Be dignified. Just go through the motions."

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and her straight back slumped in defeat.

She had known all along that, to him, she was nothing more than a flawless prop.

But truly experiencing it, having her own will forced down by his, made her feel so suppressed she felt like she was going crazy.

Lydia took a large step forward, her slender hands pressing against Frederick's chest, shoving him away with all her might. Even if it was like throwing an egg against a rock, she had to leave.

Her wrist was instantly seized by him.

"You're not a child. Be sensible," his stern voice came from above her.

She froze, her eyelashes fluttering as she forced back the anger in her eyes.

Jordan, who was supposed to be keeping Charles company in Kingsleigh, had unexpectedly appeared here. He was even walking toward them, laughing and talking with Daniel.

Seeing Daniel's calm expression, she forced herself to remain composed.

"Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster." Jordan walked closer, following her gaze to ask, "Mrs. Foster, do you need to speak with Mr. Quinn?"

"Looking for Joanna, right?" Daniel chimed in.

Jordan truly lived up to his reputation as Charles's trusted aide of thirty years. She had merely taken an extra glance at Daniel, and he was already on alert.

She played along. "Yeah."

"Joanna is probably stuck in traffic. She'll be here soon."

"Okay."

"Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster, I'll go offer the Chairman's congratulations to Mrs. Sutton first," Jordan said politely.

Lydia and Frederick gave faint, brief responses in unison.

Daniel also gave them a polite nod before heading toward the center of the banquet with Jordan.

Lydia reeled in her icy aura, only then realizing a thin layer of cold sweat had formed on her palms. She tried to pull her hand away. "Let me go."

But her hand was gripped tightly by Frederick's large one. He forcefully pulled her over, pinning her hand to his elbow, bringing her body close to his.

He squeezed her fingers firmly, signaling for her to link arms with him, his voice cool. "Go wish Mrs. Sutton a happy birthday first."

The moment she was pulled over, Lydia's beautiful eyes reflected the tall, straight figure of a man at the entrance.

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