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Chapter 90
Chapter 90
Chapter 90 Wrap Party
“He’s busy,” Claire explained.
Mr. Smith’s face twisted in disbelief.
Sean was not too busy to attend the party. Evidently, he had fallen out with Claire.
Still, it was not surprising. Sean was someone who stood at the top of the pyramid. One glance and he could have any woman he wanted. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
Even if he was interested in Claire, he probably backed off the moment he found out about the children.
Mr. Smith spat out through gritted teeth, “How could you, Ms. Lawrence? You said he would be here when I called you just now. How can you tell me he’s not coming? I booked the most expensive courses while everyone dressed up for the party. How can you play us for fools?”
It had been several minutes since Claire and Julia’s arrival.
No one invited them to sit with them. Instead, they kept interrogating Claire.
Julia flew into a fit of rage. “Fine, you ordered the most expensive dishes, so what? What’s so great about that? I’ll pay for the meal. Will that shut you up?”
“Julia.” Claire let go of Jon’s hand to pull Julia back by the shirt.
It was her fault in the first place. She should not have given Mr. Smith false hope.
Chapter 90 Wrap Party
It was her fault in the first place. She should not have given Mr. Smith false hope.
“Mr. Smith.” Claire’s grip around Belle’s hand tightened. “My apologies for this. I was with Mr. Sean when you called, so I said yes since I thought he was free. He only told me he was busy when he dropped me off.”
She paused. “I’ll pay for tonight’s meal as an apology.“”
To Mr. Smith and the producer, the issue was not the money.
They had thought of seizing the chance to get Sean to invest in their next show.
Mr. Smith was clearly beside himself with rage as he still snorted derisively despite Claire’s apology. “Ms. Lawrence, I’m not naive. Don’t think you can use Mr. Sean to shut me up. Was Mr. Sean really next to you? Who knows wh actually happened?”
He glanced at Belle and Jon as his fury exploded. “Do you really think your could marry into the most powerful family in the country with those two tagalongs? Save it. Stop trying to fool us.”
Julia immediately retorted, “Did someone poop in your mouth? Why are you such a potty mouth?”
Sean sat in his office and stared at the folder and the box containing the bracelet with an intense scowl on his face.
Victor knocked on the door and only entered when Sean responded. When he saw that Sean was brooding, he curiously asked, “Did your trip to Ascalon go
badly?”
Sean did not look up and continued to stare at the items on the desk as he pondered. “Is formality very important to girls?”
Victor grinned. “That depends on the woman. Still, you are handsome and rich enough that you don’t need to bother with that. You just need to stand there. Who cares about formality? None of that is important as long as you’re there.”
Sean thought the same, but now …
He glanced up at Victor and gently tapped the folder on the desk. “I have presented Claire with my gifts, but she did not say yes.”
What?
Victor might not know how much was usually given as betrothal gifts, but he knew exactly how much would be given by the Vanderbilts.
The betrothal gifts involved in the marriages of those lower in the hierarchy than Sean were so ridiculously expensive that it struck fear in Victor’s mind. What did that mean when it came to Sean then?
He was shocked. “Miss Donovan really is a special woman.”
“Huh?” Sean was interested in Victor’s comprehension of the situation. “How so?”
Victor cleared his throat and used every trick he knew when it came to flattery. “Mr. Sean, you’re an extraordinary man of high social rank, wealth, and beauty. Most women would turn and stare at you. The gifts you offered would have most women throwing themselves at you.”
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He paused as his grin turned mischievous. “This means Miss Donovan is not a materialistic woman. She is attracted to you, not your money.”
His flattery worked quite well on Sean.
Indeed, the woman he adored would never be superficial and vain.
Victor stepped forward and continued, “Miss Donovan is a woman who loves romantic gestures, so why don’t you create a few romantic moments?”
Romance?
Sean smiled now that he had a plan in mind.
When he beckoned Victor over, Victor scurried over to place his ear close to Sean’s lips.
Five minutes later, Victor let out a cry of astonishment. “That’s amazing, Mr. Sean! If I were a woman, I would be marrying you right away!”
Sean stood up and put on his suit jacket. “I’ll stall for time. Get everything ready before 10.00 p.m.”
“Leave it to me, Mr. Sean! Don’t worry.”
Meanwhile, at The Regalia, Mr. Smith was glaring hard at Julia. Despite being a man in his fifties, he was immature enough to actually argue with Julia.
“What did you just say?”
Julia held her chin up high and retorted, “The one with the potty mouth knows what I just said.”
Forget it. Ms. Lawrence did not have a duty to bring Mr. Sean with her anyway.”
However, Mr. Smith was clearly out of his mind with anger as he pushed the producer away and stubbornly planted his hands on his hips. “I’m warning you, don’t mess with me! I have been in the industry for decades! It’s easy enough for me to put you on an industry–wide blacklist!”
The producer sighed, annoyed. “Mr. Smith, Ms. Lawrence is not part of the entertainment industry! She is a web novel writer!”
“What about it? Do writers not need the entertainment industry to further
their careers?”
Claire did not want to stay any longer. She had arrived in a good mood, ready to enjoy a feast with the people with whom she had worked. How did it turn
into this?
“Let’s go, Julia.”
Julia glared at Mr. Smith before turning to leave the room.
Mr. Smith walked around the table and insistently followed them out to grab Claire’s hand. “You said you would be paying, right? Pay up before you leave. Then, take your tagalongs with you and leave!”
Suzanne’s assistant sneered. “That’s right! You were talking big just now, so pay up before you leave!”
Suzanne shot her a glare, making her immediately shut up before resentfully grumbling, “Why are you glaring at me? It’s the truth! She failed to invite Mr. Sean, so she should be paying for our meals.”