When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83 

I could hear Rebecca’s voice coming faintly from behind, “Ash, I’m surprised that Scarlett is acquainted with Mr. Stovall from Animus. No wònder Cameron told me that the guests tonight are all big names and prominent people.”

Animus Corporation?

Rather than a birthday banquet, it would be better to describe the party as a gathering of the societal elites. That night, Cameron was garbed in a black velvet gown that had golden flowers embroidered onto it and a pair of exquisite aquamarine-adorned high heels.

The woman was almost fifty years old, yet she looked young for her age, and seemingly free from the ravages of time. For others, beauty and youth would pass with time, but for her, time seemed to have added a certain charm to her, and she was still in her prime.

She caught sight of John from afar. Excusing herself from the few guests she was entertaining, she sauntered over to John with a glass of champagne.

“Mr. Stovall, thank you so much for coming!” Smiling and holding her champagne, her eyes then fell onto me. Cocking her head at John, she asked, “And who might this be?”

Without waiting for John, I spoke first, “Ms. Anderson, you are looking absolutely

gorgeous today!”

She froze for a moment before she regained her composure and smiled, “Ah, it’s Ms. Stovall! You’re so dazzling tonight that I failed to recognize you at first. Do forgive me!”

Grinning politely, I said, “Ms. Anderson flatters me too much. I’m just a bit sloppy usually. It’s only natural that some simple tidying and touching up would make me look different. It’s not Ms. Anderson’s fault for not recognizing me in the first place.”

She looked at me intently for a while before noticing that John was holding my hand. Taken aback for just a slight moment, she mumbled faintly, “Do the two of you know one another?” before looking at John with doubts in her eyes.

John smiled, “Of course! We’ve known each other for more than a decade!”

Cameron obviously had more questions to ask. However, she suddenly fell silent

upon noticing that many guests had directed their gazes outside the hall.

Instinctively, I turned my head to look as well. What greeted my sight was a middle aged man dressed in a lavish coat with a suave temperament striding in from outside the hall, escorted by four men in black.

The appearance of the middle-aged man drew the attention of many people who rushed over to greet him. Right then, his gaze fell straight upon Cameron and he approached her promptly.

“Ah, it’s the great Mr. Zachary Moore of D City. Be it in J City or D City, the moment he makes his entrance, the nobles and the rich alike would tremble in fear,” John whispered with a straight face.

I observed both Cameron and Zachary discreetly and noticed that the level of intimacy exuded from both of them was different from that of ordinary people, and the curious side of me could not help but wonder.

“What’s up with them?”