Chapter: 940
She acknowledged that Rosalee was attractive, but found her temperament lacking.
Rosalee responded to Yolande with a delighted laugh, "Yolande, you're so adorable."
Yolande, caught off guard by Rosalee's words, could only snorted angrily. “Rosalee Greville, I don't like you! You can't marry my brother!"
It wasn't that she looked down on people from the entertainment industry. She had met Rosalee several times and simply didn't Like her. Her family was wealthy and powerful; she didn't want her brother to marry an actress, especially one she disliked!
Undeterred by Yolande's disdain, Rosalee kept her smile. “Yolande, if I marry your brother, I promise to be very nice to you."
"I don't need that," Yolande dismissed.
Rosalee, uninterested in prolonging the conversation with Yolande, whom she considered easily swayed given enough time, turned her attention to Norah. "Miss Wilson, which entertainment company do you work for? You're new to me."
At the time, Rosalee still believed Norah was a celebrity. Such events often utilize the fame of well-known celebrities and up-and- coming stars in showbiz to enhance their appeal.
Rosalee's reaction would hinge on Norah's answer, gauging whether she was a newcomer without significant backing or a promising talent supported by influential figures.
Norah smiled gently. “I'm here as a guest."
Surprised, Rosalee apologized profusely, “I'm sorry. You're so beautiful, I just assumed you were part of the entertainment industry.
Ny apologies.”
Rosalee thought to herself that the guests at the banquet were all influential or affluent. Norah hadn't arrived alone, so surely a wealthy individual must have accompanied her.
She sighed in relief, somewhat reassured to learn that Norah was already partnered, reducing her as a potential rival. After all, a beautiful woman naturally drew attention.
Her hidden jealousy flared as she observed Norah's stunning presence, wishing she could just disappear.
She then noticed that Norah had finished her champagne and went to fetch two glasses of wine.
“Sorry for my previous remarks. Hope we can be friends," Rosalee said warmly, making it hard for Norah to decline.
As Norah reached to take her glass, Rosalee's grip suddenly loosened.
The glass plummeted, spilling its contents. Most of the wine drenched her silver dress, staining it dark red.
“Oh. I'm sorry, Miss Wilson!" Rosalee exclaimed, grabbing a tissue from the table to dab at the stain, but the fabric absorbed the wine, worsening the blotch.
Suddenly, a gray suit was draped over Norah's shoulders, and Sean's voice sounded from above. “What happened?"
Hearing his voice, Rosalee and Yolande turned to look, their eyes wide with surprise. What a handsome man! He carried himself with an air of nobility, clearly coming from a wealthy background.
Rosalee thought this man was as charming as her boyfriend, who was the dream lover of ladies. But she then wondered the identity of this man.
Norah pulled the coat tighter around her shoulders. “It's okay. Miss Greville didn't have a steady grip when she handed me the wine."