The waiter stood still, his eyes betraying a hint of guilt. Michaela and Tristan approached, showing concern for Candice. Candice, who always addressed them as her grandparents like Jasper, quickly apologized, "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm sorry for interrupting your guests." "It's alright, dear. Go and change your clothes quickly." Candice nodded, about to leave, but not before pleading, "The waiter didn't do it on purpose, please don't blame him." The elders sighed, nodding with a smile.They couldn't help but admire her for being such a kind and sensible girl, yet so innocent that she couldn't see the darkness in people's hearts. Other guests began whispering to each other. "Who is she? A minor incident has grabbed the attention of all the men in the entire Morrison family, even the two elders from the Hoffis family are showing such concern." "She's Gary's granddaughter, the treasured gem of the Morrison family." "She's not your average person. Her mother is a famous rom
Candice slipped into a new evening gown, touched up her makeup, and glided back into the banquet hall. The ambiance inside remained lively and effervescent. Casually, she made her way to the side, and upon reaching the dining area; she selected her favorite dishes from the table. Meanwhile, Michaela and Tristan approached the stage, each holding a wine glass. With a resonating voice, Tristan began, "Thank you, esteemed guests..."Candice stole a glance at the duo on stage, observing their radiant smiles and eloquent words. These formalities and social graces were nothing new to her. As the toasts circulated, she pondered whether to indulge in dessert tonight. However, thoughts of potential weight gain and skin issues held her back. Maintaining her appearance and figure mattered, which meant carefully considering her diet. Opting against dessert, she settled for pumpkin soup instead. After Tristan's speech of pleasantries concluded, Michaela's voice filled the room. "Tonight,
On the other side of the banquet hall, Elio's face wore an unusually grim expression, his demeanor impassive despite his friends' congratulations. Even Josie approached him and murmured, "What's going on? Why didn't you tell me that we're getting engaged next month?" Elio simply raised his glass and downed it in one go. Jasper walked over, smiling. "Uncle Elio, congratulations. Josie, congratulations to you too. Should I start calling you Aunt Josie?" Josie quickly interjected, "No, don't call me that, you're making me sound old." "Uncle Elio is like a generation before us, it's unavoidable," Jasper laughed, then turned to Elio, noticing his somber expression. "Why do you look so unhappy? Who upset you?" Elio's cold gaze met Jasper's, and he uttered a single word, "You." Jasper was baffled. "How did I upset you?" At that moment, Hector's angry voice boomed, "Elio!" All eyes turned toward Hector, who was leading Candice toward Elio. Elio's gaze darkened slightly as h
Elio turned away with a cold expression, leaving behind a curt remark, "Then don't address me as anything." The group stood there, bewildered, and Candice was equally perplexed. Elio's moods were always unpredictable and hard to understand. After the banquet ended, Candice followed her cousins out of the villa. As she waited by the entrance for Jasper, she heard a painful groan from a distant corner. Curious, she walked over to investigate.In a secluded area, a man in a suit was beating up a waiter. It was the same waiter who had spilled red wine on her earlier. Before she could intervene, Candice heard the waiter begging for mercy. "Please, don't hit me anymore! I'll confess. It was Josie's aunt who told me to do it! She wanted Ms. Candice to be humiliated at the banquet!" Candice was stunned. Josie's aunt? Her name was Fenna, if she remembered correctly. "Get lost," the man in the suit ordered. The waiter scrambled away in fear. Candice stood frozen, not noticing the
"Who are you?" Candice asked. The man replied respectfully, "I'm Sean Lowe, the CEO's assistant." Candice nodded in greeting. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Lowe." "Ms. Candice, please come in," Sean said, opening the door for her. Candice hesitated for a few seconds, wondering why they had questioned the waiter who had accidentally dirtied her evening gown. It was such a minor incident, and even if it was intentional, it didn't really bother her. She stepped into the office. It was spacious, bright, and elegantly decorated. In front of the window walls stood a clean, impressive desk. The handsome man behind it, dressed in a sleek black suit, exuded charm as he worked intently. As soon as she saw him, Candice felt inexplicably nervous, her heart pounding erratically. Taking a deep breath, she pondered how to address him. Calling him "uncle" was out of the question. "Mr. Hoffis, you wanted to see me?" Candice approached politely. Elio was momentarily stunned. He barely glanced
Elio glanced at the contract briefly before closing it and placing it in the drawer. Candice asked, "Mr. Hoffis, is there anything else?" Elio looked up at her indifferently. His cool and unreadable gaze unsettled Candice, making her heart race. "You—" Elio started to speak but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. "Leo," called out Josie's gentle voice. Josie, who walked in without knocking, paused for a moment when she saw Candice. She quickly smiled and said, "Candice, you're here too?"Candice nodded politely. "Hello, Josie." Josie beamed. "Am I interrupting? Should I come back later?" Elio immediately interjected, "No need." He then turned to Candice and said, "That's all for now. You may leave." Candice felt a pang in her chest. She didn't understand why she felt so sad. Josie was Elio's first girlfriend, and they had been dating for years. They were getting engaged next month. Of course, she could enter without knocking. Elio must have allowed
Candice's uneasiness grew. "Then I'll go to the economy class. I'm just an ordinary employee. It's not appropriate for me to be in first class." She was about to get up when Elio's voice, lazy yet commanding, stopped her. "Sit down. I paid for your ticket privately. It's not on the company's dime." Candice quickly pulled out her phone. "Then I'll pay you back. How much is it?" With a sharp sound, Elio snapped his book shut. He removed his glasses, folded them neatly, and placed them on the table beside him before closing his eyes as if to rest. Holding her phone, Candice was stunned for a moment but received no response from Elio. She then slowly put it away. Elio was truly unpredictable. During the flight, neither of them spoke. Elio alternated between reading and resting his eyes, while Candice spent the time sketching designs. After they landed, Candice followed Sadie and another renowned ND designer, Emerson Hartford, to check in at a five-star hotel. Sitting on the l
After checking in, Candice took the room key from Sadie and followed the bellhop upstairs. When she opened the door to her room, she stood in stunned disbelief. Quickly, she turned back and asked Sadie, "Ms. Lloyd, did I get the wrong room key?" Sadie smiled softly and responded, "Nope. That is your room." With that, Sadie entered her room and shut the door, leaving Candice at a loss. Candice walked back into her room, which turned out to be the most luxurious suite in the five-star hotel. The opulent decor, complete with a living room, kitchen, and a spacious balcony garden, was overwhelming. More notably, the suite had three bedrooms. As she explored, the bellhop politely asked, "Miss, which room would you like?" Feeling that it was all too extravagant and a waste for just one person, Candice replied, "Any will do." The bellhop placed her luggage in the master bedroom and then left. Candice entered the master bedroom. As she gazed at the spacious and luxurious surroun