Chapter: 27
“And that woman, Dahlia… What were you thinking? Why did you let go of a wealthy husband and choose to get entangled with that bastard named Chris instead? Are you really that stupid?” Natasha pondered and silently heaved a sigh.
A man had sacrificed so much for a woman, but in the end, she was ignorant and even self-righteously decided to divorce him. Natasha couldn’t wrap her head around that. Nevertheless, she realized that the situation had given her a chance to have Dustin all for herself.
“Ms. Harmon, are you considering Dahlia Nicholson from Jackson Group?” asked the manager tentatively upon the rare sight of Natasha reading the documents so intently.
“Dahlia? Hmph,” Natasha answered with a dissatisfied tone.
“She is qualified to be our partner, but I don’t like her.”
“Understood. I will remove her from the list right away!”
“No need. Reorganize the documents and show them to Mr. Rhys. Let him decide,” Natasha instructed with an ambiguous smile.
“Yes.”
Although the manager was dumbfounded, he didn’t dare to question her orders.
“Is there something else?” Natasha asked when he did not leave.
“Ms. Harmon, Edward Spanner from Drey Group had arrived earlier and he wishes to meet you,” the manager explained with his head bowed.
“Edward? Trevor Spanner’s son? What is he doing here?”
Natasha was stunned.
“He says he wants to discuss business matters with you, but I doubt that it is his true intention. Should I order the guards to kick him out?”
“Trevor sent his son in his place? Ha… Never mind. I want to see what tricks he has up his sleeves.”
The hall where the event was held had become lively. On the stage, a group of dancers dressed in vintage clothing danced to classical music. Every facial expression and move were full of charm and grace, leaving a lingering impression in the audience’s mind.
Below the stage sat a crowd of well-dressed celebrities. While some clinked their glasses and chatted, others quietly enjoyed the performance. Dustin had found an empty seat and sat down, sipping on a glass of juice as he watched the show.
“Yo, Rhys! Didn’t think you would actually sneak in here!”
Suddenly, a discordant voice disrupted Dustin’s moment of peace. Glancing over at the source, Dusin spotted Chris and Dahlia together with the secretary.
“Hmph, what an unlucky day. Why are you everywhere?” Lyra huffed in annoyance.
Dahlia didn’t say a word. She threw a cold glance at Dustin and went to take a seat in the front row.
“Hey, the charity auction is starting soon. Can you even afford to participate? Why are you sitting here?” Chris jeered.
“Who says I can’t sit here because I can’t afford it?” retorted Dustin.
“That’s the rule! How can a sucker like you sit with us?” Chris said with a contemptuous look.
“Are you deaf? Get up now!” Lyra kicked the chair Dustin was sitting in.