Chloe blinked, silently thinking sarcastically: Looking at me for help is useless.
As his legal wife, I also just found out the information that the TAM brand is actually a subsidiary of the Quinn Group…
She felt a stinging slap in the face; just now she was boldly bragging, saying her husband was a dry guy with no interest in the fashion sector.
Moreover, a feeling of bitter disappointment naturally welled up in her heart; this was clearly her husband of many years, yet she knew absolutely nothing about his business career.
“The Quinn Group acquired and holds controlling shares.” Julian still maintained the demeanor of a capitalist tycoon, explaining briefly and concisely.
“Oh I see!” Hector exclaimed, revealing an expression of understanding.
With the astute, experienced eyes of someone well-versed in romance, he naturally easily saw through Julian’s jealous, territory-marking attitude.
Therefore, he politely smiled, telling Chloe to feel free and have fun, then astutely excused himself, retreating to another corner to chat.
The polite smile on Chloe’s lips meant for Hector hadn’t even had time to fade when a cool, masculine breath puffed against her ear.
Julian’s seductive thin lips daringly pressed against her cute, small earlobe, breathing softly as he whispered.
Chloe felt a numbing electric current spread from her spine all the way to her limbs.
“Do you like dancing with strange men that much, hmm?” She heard the man pressing close and asking provocatively by her ear.
“I don’t.” Chloe shrank her neck back because it tickled, her small hand with an elaborate manicure resting on Julian’s firm chest pushing outward slightly to maintain distance: “This is a wine reception space, what is there to dance about…
Besides, with so many eyes prying like this, what…
what are you doing…” Julian took the opportunity to lower his head and drop a fleeting, light kiss grazing the rim of Chloe’s ear.
Only then did he concede to slightly pull back a bit, but his sturdy arm still brazenly wrapped tight around her waist, absolutely having no intention of removing it.
“Oh my, can you two tone down the public display of affection and stop feeding dog food in public?” Not far away, Harper, with a gleeful face, lifted her dress and took quick strides over to interrupt.
Chloe blushed and threw a sharp glare at her friend, but Harper thick-facedly acted as if she didn’t see it and aggressively approached.
Looking at the sticky, embracing posture of the two, her mouth was still as harsh and unforgiving as ever: “I say, Miss Chloe, has this bastard kneeled down and sincerely apologized yet that you so easily let him embrace you?
I say, why is your willpower so poor and weak?” “Did you catch the tail of actor Brad Pitt?” Chloe, feeling embarrassed, did not intend to let Harper continue rambling endlessly, so she changed the subject.
Deep down, she also realized she had always unconsciously defended and indulged Julian like that.
Toward the sarcastic remarks Harper made, she felt incredibly agreeable, as if they hit the nail on the head.
Truly a hopeless, lovesick fool.
“Oh my god!
Ah ah ah ah ah!
Brad is truly incredibly cute in real life!
Come here, come here and see the achievement…” Harper’s boy-crazy mind was instantly shifted away by the aura of the male actor.
She cozied up to Chloe, gleefully pulling out her phone to show off: “Look at this, a group photo, how is it, does your sister here look stylish and charismatic on camera!” On the Retina screen, the woman with the usually haughty short bob hair now clearly displayed a shy face, hugging her idol’s arm and smiling foolishly like an idiot.
“Truly stylish…
the style of an idiot.” Chloe covered her mouth, giggling: “So where is his autograph?” Harper incredibly generously and confidently took off her suit jacket, revealing the incredibly feminine and seductive thin-strapped lace-trimmed Corset inside.
She pointed her finger at the exposed skin on her shoulder: “Right here!” “…” Chloe could truly imagine the pale, speechless face of actor Brad Pitt when forced by a fanatic fan to sign his name on her body.
She hurriedly stepped forward to help Harper pull the jacket to cover her shoulders: “Harper, please be a bit reserved and keep your dignity.” “Tsk!” Harper, hearing that, shot her friend a sharp glare, adjusting her jacket, and said deadpan: “To tell the truth, deep down I wanted to force him to sign with a marker right on my chest.
But I was afraid acting too over the top would scare him into fainting, making the news would be truly embarrassing.” “Oh my, Chloe, say, is it because of this autograph that I can’t take a bath for the rest of my life?” “Don’t exaggerate, it’s fine.
When you take a bath, just take the trouble to use some cling wrap to cover that spot up…” Standing nearby observing, seeing that his little wife’s attention was completely stolen by another woman, Julian actually felt jealous and unhappy.
Just as he was about to clear his throat to speak, a middle-aged foreign man around fifty years old, holding a wine glass, walked over from the side.
His stature was quite tall, slightly thin, and his hair was combed back with glossy pomade.
Beside him were also a few guys wearing black suits escorting him.
“Mr.
CEO Julian Quinn!” The middle-aged man called out loudly and flatteringly.
Julian frowned uncomfortably without leaving a trace, but giving face, he still nodded slightly in greeting: “Director Ethan.” The person who spoke up to greet was Julian’s biological uncle, the CEO of the Lumina subsidiary, Mr.
Ethan.
“Come here, come here, allow me the honor of doing a small introduction.” Uncle Ethan smiled radiantly, fawningly approached, pointing at the few brokers beside him, and said: “Let me introduce to you, this lady is the chairwoman and CEO of the M&G agency.” Chloe narrowed her eyes to look.
It turned out to be no stranger; it was precisely the slightly plump middle-aged woman wearing full jewelry who was with that Serena girl in the hallway of the Italian Fine Dining restaurant a few days ago.
So she was the chairwoman, the boss of M&G; no wonder Serena was so arrogant.
“And this is the Executive Director in charge of the Grossi brand, Mr.
Smith.” Uncle Ethan pointed to a tall, burly foreign old man to continue introducing.
After that, he pretended to lower himself as if probing Julian’s opinion: “In such a lively event, how about we move over to the VIP area over there to raise a glass and chat?” Actually, nominally on paper, the Lumina company carried the name of a subsidiary under the Quinn Group.
But in essence, it was the private backyard pocket of Mr.
Ethan himself.
From the time Julian’s father and uncles took office, he had already sat firmly in the CEO chair of Lumina.
Moreover, Lumina’s annual financial revenue report did not need to be reported in detail to the Quinn Group board; it belonged to the type of financially independent, self-sustaining entity.
It was just that he was accustomed to borrowing the prestigious name of the parent Quinn Group to swagger outside and score contracts.
Julian was someone who handled big matters and didn’t bother to calculate or expose these petty tricks.
After all, birds of a feather flock together; they all carried the Quinn surname.
Furthermore, seeing through this Uncle Ethan, his nature didn’t have any grand ambition to overthrow, and his management ability also belonged to the ordinary, weak category.
Otherwise, coveting such a massive Quinn empire, he wouldn’t have stayed contentedly clinging to and hollowing out an ordinary mid-scale Lumina company.
He was naturally smart enough to read through Uncle Ethan’s fawning intentions.
It was merely that the uncle wanted to borrow his authority, dragging him along for convenience to show off, promote, get acquainted, and sign more contracts with many major partners.
Tilting his head to look at Chloe’s expression, Chloe, with a wife’s sensitivity, also recognized the disgust in his eyes.
Her facial muscles stiffened slightly as she forced a stiff smile: “You just go ahead and do your diplomacy.” “Then just stand here and drink a little Champagne, you are absolutely forbidden from touching strong liquor.” Julian lowered his voice, whispering a few sentences of doting instruction.
After that, he turned to look at Harper with a warning gaze: “Please watch over her carefully for a bit; her stomach ailment hasn’t been very good lately.” Harper rolled her eyes, silently cursing, What a load of pretentious nonsense, why the hell does my best friend’s business need a hypocrite like you to act bossy and instruct me.
But outwardly, she still politely nodded in agreement.
A crowd of people streamed away following Julian.
The area standing nearby suddenly became empty and airy.
Chloe looked after them slightly absentmindedly.
Her sharp eyes naturally immediately scrutinized and noticed an incredibly unignorable silhouette hiding amidst that entourage: Serena.
Even though that girl only played the role of a petty broker figure in that powerful crowd, unable to be any smaller, in Chloe’s fiery eyes, it was the most glaring, eyesore thorn.
“Let’s go over to the bar area over there and sit to rest for a bit.” Harper somewhat worriedly recognized the hostility, glanced at Chloe, and gently pulled her friend’s arm to drag her away.
Chloe nodded sluggishly.
The two found a quiet, hidden corner and sat down on a sofa.
Harper attentively grabbed some French pastry desserts and a glass of sparkling mineral water for Chloe: “Be a good girl and eat a little to line your stomach, an empty stomach later will act up and make you uncomfortable.
Wait until the wine reception ends, I will tell that billionaire husband of yours to swipe his credit card and take us to a restaurant for a lavish Fine Dining meal.” “I never hired or wanted to hitch a ride with him…” Chloe haughtily picked up a silver spoon, scooped a tiny piece of cream cake, and chewed mechanically.
Harper glared and pouted: “Then the two of us will call an Uber to go home and eat instant food stored in the fridge.
I just bought an incredibly delicious three-treasure bacon filling type.” Chloe lowered her head, giving a bland “mhm” as an agreement.
The two best friends sat with their knees drawn up, gossiping randomly to kill time.
Suddenly, a woman in her thirties wearing an evening gown, smiling radiantly and holding a Martini glass, walked over.
“Dear Tina!” Seeing Chloe sitting squarely beside her, she also nodded politely in greeting.
Chloe felt this woman looked somewhat familiar.
It must be a VIP business partner of the GY brand.
The majority of GY’s operational tasks were handled single-handedly by Harper representing them.
Only for incredibly important, vital collaboration projects would Director Chloe agree to show her face to sign a bit.
“Let’s go over to that corner, I will introduce and hook you up to meet a few potential investors.” She winked and waved her hand calling.
Harper hesitated uneasily, glancing at Chloe.
Chloe smiled and waved her hand, signaling for Harper to go do her diplomacy and not to worry.
Thus, in the hidden sofa corner, only she was left sitting with her knees drawn up.
Tossing the silver spoon and the half-eaten cream cake in her hand down onto the plate, she grabbed the glass of mineral water and took a gulp, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing in boredom.
She snapped her fingers to call a passing waiter, demanding to immediately exchange it for a colorful Cosmopolitan cocktail mixed with strong liquor.
Julian at this moment was standing doing diplomacy in the center position of the hall where she could easily cast her gaze and see.
As for that flirtatious Serena, who knows by what sneaking method or since when, she had brazenly brought her face over to cling and stand closely beside Julian.
The communication distance between the two of them under the dim lights had long ceased to be a normal safe social distance.
Even though Julian was standing with his back turned, not having grown an extra pair of eyes on his back, he probably didn’t know what tricks she was squirming and playing.
But Chloe, looking at that eyesore scene, still angrily gulped down a large mouthful of cocktail, feeling an oppressive jealousy burning in her chest.
The sweet fruit juice flavor mixed with a burning spicy kick of Vodka scorched her throat.
Truly wonderful, over in that corner, Serena was acting out a “clumsy” unintentional tripping play, spilling a whole glass of Champagne in her hand onto Julian’s expensive suit jacket.
Her beautiful, fake, powdered face was filled with a tearful, apologetic look.
But those flirtatious manicured hands were not vague or innocent at all, boldly reaching out intending to grope, pull, and wipe on the billionaire.
Chloe narrowed her eyes dangerously, tilted her head back, and drained the bottom of the large cocktail glass in one breath.
The alcohol content and spicy kick rushed past the tip of her tongue straight up, making her dizzy all the way to the top of her head.
Imposingly like a queen, she threw the empty glass down hard with a “clink” onto the small glass table surface.
Radiating murderous intent, she lifted her dress, stood straight up, and walked directly toward Julian in a jealous rage.
“Oh Julian, I am truly incredibly sorry.” Serena blinked her slightly fluttering false eyelashes, bowing her head toward his chest feigning embarrassment.
Her small hands acted out a bit of clumsiness, hurriedly pulling a wad of tissues out from her branded Clutch bag, intending to wipe the wine stain clean for the man: “It was because I was careless and didn’t pay attention, truly too terrible.
How about you take the trouble to take off your suit jacket and let me take it to the dry cleaner, then tomorrow I will drop by the house to return it to you?” Saying that, she actually dared to boldly use her hands intending to strip off a married man’s jacket right in public.
On Julian’s angular expression, a trace of displeased disgust immediately flashed across.
He politely leaned his body back to dodge the filthy claws reaching out to grope, blandly and coldly dropping a sentence of refusal: “Unnecessary.” “Julian.” Serena’s rouged cheeks flushed red as she acted coquettishly: “You are always too kind and tolerant, always yielding and not having the heart to scold my clumsiness.” Kind and tolerant my ass!
Chloe aggressively took a few long strides on her high heels to arrive in front of the two.
She flung Serena’s hands away, haughtily grabbing Julian’s stained expensive suit lapel, her sharp tone firing like a machine gun: “What the hell is going on here?”