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Chapter 439
Everyone knew their hotel’s junior ballroom was the best among London’s five-star hotels, hence advanced booking
was necessary.
It wasn’t because the hotel didn’t want to honor the spirit of the contract, but money speaks louder than actions.
Mary looked intimidating as she spoke through gritted teeth, “What did you say?”
You gave my junior ballroom to someone else?
Are you kidding me?
Her body shook in anger and she said in a shrill voice, “Is this the kind of service a five-star hotel should have? I
booked it first. How dare you give it to someone else? I’m going to lodge a complaint!”
She had already promised her circle of socialites that she would hold a party for them at the junior ballroom, only
to find out that the venue had been given to someone else.
Any sane person would be angry.
Moreover, this was her first private party as a host. She dreaded being ridiculed by those bluebloods and felt like
she was making a fool of herself.
How could they? I’m the daughter of a Count. Mary’s chest heaved as she unleashed her inner vixen. “Who is it?
Who disrupted my party? I demand an explanation from that person!”
“Ms. Canter, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” the manager couldn’t help but exclaim at the thought of that man,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“He’s a very important person.”
“And I’m the daughter of the Count of Maredania. Am I not important?” Mary snapped and headed towards the
elevator.
Penelope scolded the hotel manager angrily, “How could you give the junior ballroom to someone else?”
At this moment, a few youngsters suddenly walked towards the elevator while having a merry conversation.
Penelope looked up and saw a familiar figure flash before her eyes.
Ashlyn? No, that can’t be.
How could I run into that jinx in such a sophisticated place?
Penelope’s line of sight was blocked as the elevator’s doors closed. She didn’t manage to get a good look at the
figure.
The junior ballroom was located at the top of the hotel. The elevator soon reached the top level.
Mary and Penelope stormed out of the elevator. Right at that moment, the doors of the other elevator opened and
out walked a few youngsters.
“Boss, this is it. Our biggest shareholder is in this banquet hall.”
The leader of the group was a tall and slender lady dressed in a Starry Sky gown. She looked like an elegant and
pretty angel.
Her head was slightly tilted as she listened to the people around her talk, while her beauty and commanding
presence shone through the silver mask she was wearing.
“A-Ashlyn!”
Mary widened her eyes in shock. She could recognize Ashlyn no matter what disguise she put on after having lived
with her for so many years.
Why is thot bi*** here?
Is she the one who snotched owoy my junior bollroom?
No, thot’s impossible!
At the moment, Penelope hod olso recognized Ashlyn. She tightened her grip oround Mory’s orms. “Mom, it reolly is
Ashlyn!”
Her eyes weren’t ploying tricks on her just now, it reolly wos Ashlyn without o doubt.
Ashlyn glonced ot the mother-doughter poir briefly when she heord those fomilior piercing voices. She possed them
by without pousing ond heoded towords the junior bollroom.
Mory’s mind went into o frenzy. She couldn’t believe it. How could she? She wos olreody bock to being the Count’s
doughter, but why wos Ashlyn still disrupting her plons?
She refused to occept this fote!
Mory ditched Penelope ond strode towords Ashlyn with o heovy loyer of mokeup on her foce.
Meonwhile, Ashlyn ond her colleogues were presenting their invitotion cords ot the junior bollroom’s entronce.
Suddenly, o tight slop londed on Ashlyn’s cheeks like o fierce whirlwind.
Ashlyn took o step bockword ond grobbed her ottocker’s wrist. Her icy goze londed on Mory, who wos steoming
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmmod ond looked menocing.
Why is that bi*** here?
Is she the one who snatched away my junior ballroom?
No, that’s impossible!
At the moment, Penelope had also recognized Ashlyn. She tightened her grip around Mary’s arms. “Mom, it really is
Ashlyn!”
Her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her just now, it really was Ashlyn without a doubt.
Ashlyn glanced at the mother-daughter pair briefly when she heard those familiar piercing voices. She passed them
by without pausing and headed towards the junior ballroom.
Mary’s mind went into a frenzy. She couldn’t believe it. How could she? She was already back to being the Count’s
daughter, but why was Ashlyn still disrupting her plans?
She refused to accept this fate!
Mary ditched Penelope and strode towards Ashlyn with a heavy layer of makeup on her face.
Meanwhile, Ashlyn and her colleagues were presenting their invitation cards at the junior ballroom’s entrance.
Suddenly, a tight slap landed on Ashlyn’s cheeks like a fierce whirlwind.
Ashlyn took a step backward and grabbed her attacker’s wrist. Her icy gaze landed on Mary, who was steaming
mad and looked menacing.
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