Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

"Before Marian's invitations went out, nobody knew Con was in Riverbrook. You're just making that up," another spoke up.

"Yeah, I am, but you calling him 'Con' is just gross. Are you that close to Connor? You haven't even spoken to him, have you?"

The girls were at each other's throats.

Chloe finally got it. They were all into Connor, but Chloe couldn’t wrap her head around it. These girls were all from the top echelons of society, living lives of luxury. Why were they so obsessed with marrying Connor?

Tiffany seemed to catch on to Chloe's confusion and awkwardly explained, "Chloe, we all do like Connor, but it’s not just because he's the heir to the Sartori fortune. If you saw him, you'd get it. Once you see his face, no other guy can compare."

Chloe couldn’t help but laugh. So, they were all looks-obsessed.

Chloe understood; she liked good-looking guys, too.

It was quite evident with the man she had chosen. Aside from their first encounter, which was a drunken mistake, she had kept him around for his looks for three whole years.

“Mr. Connor is back!” The butler dashed in, heading straight towards Marian.

The once lively banquet hall went silent in an instant. Everyone turned to look towards the entrance.

Was Connor really back?

Rumor had it that Marian had three daughters and only had one son in her forties.

The girls who had been chattering away fell silent. Their eyes were glued to the door, filled with excitement and anticipation.

Chloe followed their gaze towards the entrance. She was curious about the King of Eldridge, the man these ladies were crazy about. She needed to see just how handsome he really was!

A long leg stepped in.

The man was decked out in a custom suit with a deep blue tie. He was tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, standing with a straight back. His proportions were perfect, and each step he took seemed to echo in the hearts of the young girls present.

Indeed, his figure was exceptional. Chloe admired him inwardly.

Then, her gaze traveled upwards, finally settling on the man's face.

When she got a good look at his face, Chloe froze. It was like she was hit by a spell, feeling her blood turn to ice.

His features were incredibly refined, his jawline sharp and precise, like the proudest creation of some divine artist. His skin was glowing, almost ethereally so. It was like the finest silk, crafted through care, emerging with pure, ultimate beauty. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes were a vivid hazel brown. This color softened his complexion, making him look like a celestial being stripped of his divinity and cast down to earth, yet still bearing an inborn nobility.

His aura was cool and detached, bringing a chill wherever he went.

The man's gaze did not linger on Chloe for even a second. He walked past her swiftly.

Chloe stayed rooted to the spot. After a while, she managed to ask, "Who is he?"

The girls around her burst into chatter.

"That's Connor, the one and only Mr. Connor of the Eldridge Elites."

"Three years, and he seems even more handsome and aloof, too."

"Someone had said she was going to pursue him but didn’t even dare to say hi!"

"You said the same!"

The girls resumed their bickering.

Only Chloe remained in a daze for a long time.

Was it him?

No way...