In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 102

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The event was going smoothly outside the dressing room.

In the center, Harold and Aaron were engaging in conversations with various guests. Their presence exuded authority and power.

Just then, Richard, accompanied by Yvonne, approached them from behind.

“Mr. Lewis Senior.” Richard’s tone was slightly low, showing respect toward Harold.

Though Harold was showing courtesy on the surface, his eyes were icy. “Mr. Quine Senior, when did you make it back to the top 100 of the Global Rich L

The undertone of mockery in his voice was evident.

Richard felt somewhat embarrassed by his question. “I’m exactly at the 100th position.”

The difference in power between Quine Group and Lewis Corporation was quite substantial. It had taken a great deal of effort for Richard to reach the to

“I heard that you’re going to introduce your granddaughter to everyone tonight.”

Smiling, Richard looked at Yvonne beside him and continued, “My granddaughter is very easy to get along with. I believe she can become good friends w

Yvonne offered a gentle smile. “Mr. Lewis Senior, Mr. Lewis, it’s an honor to meet both of you.

Coldly, Aaron cast a stern look at her and said, “My sister doesn’t need friends who fake accidents like you, Ms. Quine.”

The mention of that incident made Yvonne’s smile freeze on her face.

Richard naturally understood why Aaron had such an attitude. After all, Aaron was Grace’s lover, so it wasn’t out of place for him to say a few words.

He snorted in his mind and thought, “Regardless, your grandpa won’t let that woman into your family.”

At this thought, he decided to find a moment to talk privately with Harold later and discuss Grace’s attempt to enter the family.

“Have fun, you two. We’ll need to attend to other guests.” Harold raised an eyebrow and excused himself after glancing at the Quines.

Smiling, Richard replied, “Nice talking to you, Mr. Lewis Senior.”

Instantly, Yvonne found Benjamin in the crowd. “Grandpa, Benjamin is here too. I’ll go and

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guy doesn’t even want to marry you! Why bother clinging to him?” Richard was still angry about Benjamin unilaterally calling off the engagement.

Yet Yvonne was determined. “He will change his mind.”

She held her dress and protected her belly while maneuvering through the sea of people to get to Benjamin.

“Benjamin, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” Her face lit up. She was filled with hope.

She thought that he still cared about her and the baby, and that was why he had come to Darai when she had told him she was coming.

Initially, she had thought he wouldn’t come along since she hadn’t received any reaction from him.

“It was a last–minute decision,” Benjamin said, sipping champagne.

His eyes weren’t on Yvonne. It was as if he was looking for someone in the crowd.

“Benjamin, Grandpa is too busy to be with me. Can I join you in the upcoming activities as your family?” Hope shone brightly in Wonne’s eyes.

“Regarding the engagement, I already explained it to Mr. Quine Senior. It’s better if you and I keep some distance.” With that, Benjamin disappeared into

Yvonne’s hope was instantly extinguished, and she felt cold from the inside out. She clenched her fists and took a deep breath, trying to hold back the te

The hatred in her eyes grew stronger. She believed it was all Grace’s fault for seducing Benjamin, or else he wouldn’t have changed his mind.

Worried that her complexion might not look good and would tarnish the reputation of Quine Group, she went to the restroom to freshen up.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered, she saw Grace. “Hmph! It seems I see you everywhere!” a

After washing her hands, Grace elegantly wiped them with a tissue and raised an eyebrow. “I just wanted to ask you– where’s the apology you promised?”

She suddenly approached Yvonne, startling the latter to step back.

Smiling, Grace said, “Do you plan to kneel before me on this special day?”

“In your dreams!” Yvonne retorted. “You have the nerve to attend this event in those rags you’re wearing. What gives you the right?”