Chapter 1795: Chapter 1785: Brutally Slapped in the Face
She concealed her excitement and continued dreaming of replacing Enna Clark and achieving success.
Suddenly, she was rudely pushed aside, unexpectedly falling to the ground.
"Ah!"
To look good, she wore ten-inch high heels, and the fall was severe enough to leave her dazed!
She looked up, staring in disbelief at the aristocratic man, her eyes widened, "I, I, I..."
She wanted to explain that she hadnāt fallen into his arms intentionally, hoping to feign innocence and inspire his sympathetic heart.
But when she met the manās eyes, colder than ice and snow, all she could manage was a stuttering I.
Baron Lawrenceās eyes were dark and cold, he glanced down at her disdainfully, his eyes filled with disgust. His thin lips moved, only giving her a single word, "Scram!"
With the word "scram," the little modelās dream shattered instantly, leaving not even a trace.
She truly took a fall, twisting her ankle and unable to stand.
Afraid of offending this man, her face turned pale.
But her fears were unfounded as Baron Lawrence had no intention of paying any attention to her; after pushing her and dismissing her with a word, he walked away without looking back.
Leaving her awkwardly sitting alone on the red carpet, unable to express her embarrassment.
The little model estimated she couldnāt withstand the mocking gazes from all directions, disregarding her already swollen ankle, she scrabbled up, and awkwardly returned to her car.
Humiliating herself at the entrance, she didnāt have the face to attend Emilia Goldsmithās upcoming birthday banquet anymore, for she couldnāt bear the disdainful looks coming from all directions.
Once she got into the car, she took a deep breath, patted her face, trying to calm down. Once her heartbeat slowed down, she made a call to the Paparazzi she had arranged earlier, "Did you capture it? If you did, quickly release it. Once I see the news, Iāll immediately transfer the money to your account."
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Meanwhile, Baron Lawrence had already entered the mansion.
One must admit, the Goldsmith familyās mansion could rival a Five-star Hotel.
Lavish decor, spacious layout, and the hall was large enough. No wonder Emilia Goldsmithās birthday party was held here; it is indeed an excellent place for hosting events.
Plenty of people had already arrived in the hall, all dressed appropriately, mingling in groups with wine glasses in hand. In a corner, a string orchestra was playing live music, with cloud hair and fragrant shadows, resembling the upper-class parties depicted in dramas.
Only grander and more extravagant!
Baron Lawrence didnāt like such occasions nor being pestered by people. Upon arriving at the venue, he took out his phone planning to call Emilia Goldsmith to come down.
Unexpectedly, before he could make the call, the person he sought had already descended the marble spiral staircaseā
As the definite protagonist of todayās party, Emilia Goldsmith had changed into an evening gown. Not everyone can carry a golden dress, but on her, it showcased her elegance and grace. Especially her slender waist and long legs, her curvaceous body made it hard to look away.
Everyone knew that within the top welfare circleās daughter group, there were two trumpet vines, one was the spiritedly beautiful Skye Lawrence, and the other was the dazzlingly elegant Emilia Goldsmith, both hailed as the most beautiful elite daughters.
Which shows how beautiful Emilia Goldsmith herself is.
Definitely belongs to the type of beauty that makes men unable to look away.
However, in Baron Lawrenceās eyes, her beauty was just averagely unattractive.
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