NovelEnglishChapter 182 The car cruised smoothly down the road, with Claire gazing out at the rapidly passing scenery, her heart brimming with anticipation.
The sleek black Rolls-Royce approached like a graceful panther, finally coming to a stop at the entrance of the hotel.
The car's body reflected the surrounding light, exuding an understated elegance. Even before the doors opened, curious eyes had already gathered around.
The driver was the first to step out, moving with assured steps to the back of the car, deftly opening the rear door.
Andie emerged first, twisting his slender waist and stepping out with a captivating stride.
He deliberately put on a cool demeanor, though his eyes betrayed his excitement.
Andie's arrival had already caught the attention of many, but he was just the opening act.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNext, Liam caround from the other side, extending his arm with an elegant and gentlemanly gesture.
A slender, delicate, and exceptionally beautiful hand slowly emerged from the car, gently resting on Liam's arm. Seeing this hand, the onlookers instinctively held their breath, eagerly awaiting to see the face of the person who possessed such an exquisite hand.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Claire gracefully stepped out of the car.
Sunlight poured down on her, outlining a halo of dreamlike gold.
Her meticulously styled hair had a few loose strands dancing around her fair neck in the gentle breeze, adding a touch of playfulness.
Her pink gown hugged her figure, the sheer fabric subtly revealing her graceful silhouette. The hem of her dress swept the ground, moving gently with her every step like a flowing cloud.
Her eyebrows were like distant hills, her eyes clear and bright, and below her high nose bridge were lips as delicate as rose petals.
Her face, with its finely chiseled features, resembled a carefully crafted work of art.
The crowd gathered around watched in awe, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape, faces written with amazement and admiration.
The once bustling hotel entrance now fell into a hushed silence, as all eyes were irresistibly drawn to Claire, unable to look away.
It was as if thad stood still in that moment.
The driver carefully picked up her long train, wary of even the slightest crease that might mar its beauty.
The group slowly made their way toward the hotel, every gaze following their movement. Among the crowd, Nathan stood, utterly unprepared to see Claire in such a setting.
Nathan stared daggers at Claire, wishing he could tear her to shreds.
That damned little minx, choosing now of all times to show up at the Aberdeen birthday celebration.
He had always known she wouldn't stay quietly out of trouble.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen he had forced her to marry Heir Foster, she had agreed, but with such reluctance, as if she were schaste maiden.
Now, it seemed she was utterly shameless.
All dolled up like that, wasn't she just trying to seduce Heir Foster at the party?
No, maybe her ambitions went beyond just the Foster family m heir-perhaps she aimed to catch the attention of all the elite families at the event. This wretched woman certainly had grand ambitions.
Adah, on the other hand, had different thoughts.
Though she didn't think as ill of Claire as Nathan did, she wasn't pleased to see her eithery/her brow tightly furrowed. Ever since Claire had left home, Yan Shu had drowned his sorrows in alcohol, drinking himself into a stomach ulcer.
Adah had been in constant worry, fearing that Claire was struggling out there.
They had been so concerned for her, and yet there she was living welland dressed to the nines at the Aberdeen celebration. Furious, Adah stormed forward without a word and delivered a resounding slap across Claire's face.
"You ungrateful girl," she yelled, "while you're out gallivanting, do you even know how worried we've been?"
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