"After all, you’re the presidential daughter; in ancient tis, you’d be a princess of the nation. Such a noble status naturally requires the most distinguished man in the country to be a match for you..."
Having been accustod to flattering words, Joy Quinn spoke these words as if they were flowing effortlessly from her mouth.
As for the "most distinguished man" she was referring to, who could it be besides Kyle Keaton, the wealthiest in the nation?
As Joy Quinn had anticipated, as soon as Yvonne Donovan heard her words, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Kyle Keaton, who was not far away, engaging in conversation with July Quinn and others.
Her guess was on point; Yvonne Donovan indeed admired Kyle Keaton.
Joy Quinn’s lips subtly curved in a corner unseen by Yvonne Donovan, before she continued, "I previously overheard people discussing Lord Keaton, calling him a dragon among n, one in a million. At that mont, I felt that only such a man could be worthy of you."
Yvonne Donovan feared revealing too much emotion and hurriedly withdrew her gaze from Kyle Keaton.
By this ti, Joy Quinn’s sinister smile was no longer visible, yet she shifted the topic once more.
"But who would’ve thought that Lord Keaton has already been claid by soone else. I truly don’t understand how my second sister could deserve all this; it feels utterly incomprehensible, especially since she doesn’t match up to Lord Keaton at all."
These words struck right at the heart of Yvonne Donovan.
Indeed, she felt that apart from being sowhat pretty, even amidst such a beauty-filled feast with female stars gathered tonight, July Quinn stood out, yet she had nothing else to offer.
Importantly, she was just an orphan of unknown origin, completely incomparable to her presidential daughter status.
Then, Joy Quinn lanted, "Suddenly, I believe the sequence of entrance in life is crucial. Had you t Lord Keaton earlier and been together, there’d be nothing concerning my sister."
Everything, step by step, provoked Yvonne Donovan.
Eventually, she burst out.
"It’s clear that I t Lord Keaton first!"
If life’s entrance sequence is crucial, then the person with Lord Keaton should be her, Yvonne Donovan.
"Sorry, I didn’t know it was like that. I just feel that you and Lord Keaton are a match made in heaven, but didn’t end up together, which is rather disappointing."
Joy Quinn tactically retreated to advance once more.
The anger that had surged within Yvonne Donovan subsided again.
But now, she wanted even more to deal with July Quinn, this obstacle.
Looking not far away, despite July in the most subdued black evening gown and completely covered, she still attracted countless n’s gazes, Yvonne Donovan’s eyes grew venomous.
"Joy, I’ll go greet so friends first and co back to join you later."
"You tend to your own matters; don’t worry about ."
Joy Quinn knew a good show was soon to unfold, so she smiled as she watched Yvonne Donovan leave.
*
On the other side, a waiter approached Kyle Keaton, saying, "Lord Keaton, His Excellency requests your presence."
Kyle Keaton slightly frowned, "What does he want with ?"
"He ntioned there’s sothing important to discuss," the waiter replied.
Kyle Keaton still had his arm around July Quinn’s waist, unmoving.
Since entering the banquet hall, many n’s stunning gazes were directed at July Quinn.
Leaving July Quinn alone here in Kyle Keaton’s eyes was like placing her, the little lamb, among a pack of wolves.
But July Quinn wasn’t truly a lamb; she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing: "Go ahead with your business! I’ll wander around on my own."
Then, this wolf in sheep’s clothing turned and walked away.
Kyle Keaton: "..."
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