She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 31

Jade Winter offered a graceful, elegant smile as she spoke with practiced politeness, "I am Jade Winter, Mr. York's exclusive translator."

As her words fell, the crowd erupted into murmurs of awe and admiration. "Ms. Winter isn't just beautiful, she's incredibly capable. What a rare find."

"She and Mr. York truly make a picture-perfect couple."

The surrounding guests continued to pile on the praise. "Ms. Winter has top-tier looks and presence, and she holds such an important position at Mr. York's side. Beauty and brains—they are truly a match made in heaven."

If Miles York was the bright moon, then Jade Winter was the dazzling pearl by his side.

Basking in the moonlight, their figures intertwined in perfect harmony, complementing one another.

As they exchanged a look, they naturally became the glowing focal point of the room, eye-catching and undeniably matched.

Quinn Avery, who was trailing behind Secretary Wade and Mr. Sinclair, caught sight of this unspoken intimacy the moment she walked in, and her gaze froze.

Something churned in the pit of her stomach, an emotion she immediately forced down.

Miles and Jade were here too?

She quickly adjusted her composure, her features instantly returning to a mask of calm indifference as she turned away.

So what if they were here?

She had no reason to hide from them.

"Mr. York, a word," Cody Garrett murmured as he walked over to Miles.

Miles offered a slight, polite nod to the client he had been speaking with. "Excuse me."

Stepping to the side with Cody, he listened as his friend spoke. "Mr. York, Quinn is here too."

"Are you sure you saw right?"

Cody said with absolute certainty, "Positive. I wouldn't mistake her. She's acting as some woman's lackey, practically carrying her shoes. Just make sure she doesn't drag your name through the mud later."

Miles's expression darkened as he immediately dialed Jack. "Did you let Quinn out again?"

"Sir, I... I'm not at Regency Bay today. I'm at the old estate."

Miles had forgotten. The butler had mentioned yesterday that he needed to visit the main house.

He hung up and dialed Quinn's number, but the call couldn't be connected.

Eleanor added, "Ms. Avery, if it weren't for your preference to freelance, Mr. Sinclair would have hired you full-time as his executive secretary instead of just paying you an hourly translation rate."

This was the second client to tell her this, and she was deeply grateful for their recognition and appreciation.

"Eleanor, this arrangement works best for me. If your company ever needs me and I have the time, I will never turn you down."

A faint, perfectly measured smile played on Quinn's lips—graceful, poised, and thoroughly professional.

She was dressed in a chic beige pantsuit that perfectly accentuated her slender, elegant figure.

With her luminous skin and the addition of thin-rimmed glasses, she looked stunningly intellectual and utterly refined.

A man holding a glass of red wine approached, eager to strike up a conversation.

"Hello, I'm Conrad Knight, General Manager of Knight Enterprises."

The man stepped forward proactively, his demeanor humble and polite as he extended a hand.

Seeing her exquisite features up close, a flash of undeniable amazement crossed his eyes.