Chapter 189
The next day, in front of the large floor–to–ceiling window, Ophelia wore a fine black nightgown with white stripes at the collar and cuts. She munched on a buttery croissant while turning on the TV.
All the major domestic media outlets were racing to report this year’s Heloria Trade Summit entrance list.
The Heloria Trade Summit, which had often been overlooked in previous years, was attracting major attention due to the attendance of many prominent figures this year.
In no time, the words Heloria Trade Summit dominated the headlines of major media outlets.
The LCD TV kept showing news about Kenneth. It said, “Kenneth Sinclair, executive CEO of the Sinclair Group. Under his leadership, Heloria’s economy had grown rapidly over the past two years.”
Ophelia thought. Not just that. She sat back at the open kitchen bar counter, heating a cup of milk for herself.
Kenneth came out of the room wearing matching gray pajamas and walked behind Ophelia. He asked, “Are you upset!” Ophelia completely ignored him.
Kenneth let out a soft laugh. His voice was deep and pleasing. He said, Tm sorry. Don’t be upset. I’ll try to be gentle next
time
Ophelia thought. Next time? Try? Forget about it. She kept silent.
Kenneth said. “You know I have no resistance in front of you. His tone was highly pitiful, so much so that it reminded Ophelia of a puppy dog.
Ophelia asked. “Are you blaming me? She took a deep breath. The night before, she had drunk a little without feeling it, but waking up, she found it overwhelming. She even had bruises on her waist.
Even so, she still didn’t achieve her goal. She thought, ‘He is such a lousy guy!
Kennethsaid. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine. It’s all my fault. Does it still hurt? I’ve already asked someone to bring over some medicine.
Before long, Mark came over with a bag of medicine. He asked, Mr. Sinclair, are you alright?”
His face was incredibly serious, eyes examining Kenneth, who opened the door, like an X–ray. He said, “Mr. Sinclair, what happened? Why did you ask me to buy medicine for bruises and sprains?”
He thought, ‘Could it be that Mr. Sinclair failed to propose and got punched? There’s no bruising on his face, so it must be internal injuries.
Kenneth said, “You’re getting more and more controlling now” He grabbed the medicine from Mark and slammed the door shut, cutting off Mark’s wild imagination.
Kenneth turned around, and when he faced Ophelia, his expression turned gentle. He said, “I’ll help you apply the medicine. I promise I won’t do anything else.
Kenneth, true to his word, helped Ophelia with the medicine after breakfast.
In the afternoon, they received an invitation to arrive early at the venue for the banquet
As the top figure in business, Kenneth needed to meet with the president of Heloria and the military chiefs.
Previously, Ophelia had only seen Xander on TV. She felt distan from him through the screen, but she would meet him in
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person today.
She was quite nervous. But on the surface, she appeared as calm as if she had adopted Kenneth’s composed demeanor.
Helora Trade Summit was held at the Perlin Marriott Estate, which often hosted international visitors. Its degree of luxury completely changed the ordinary person’s perception,
Stepping out of the cat. Ophelia wore a moonlight–colored Hepburn gown. The skirt was silver with subtle patterns, the upper part was black, and a line of white pearls adorned the strapless neckline. It looked elegant and simple, with a touch of
class
Beside Ophelia Kenneth wore a black pinstripe suit, with a silver shirt under a matching vest, and a dark red tie at his neck. Standing together like that, they definitely looked like a couple.
Ophelia naturally took Kenneth’s arm. They were guided to the drawing room on the second floor of the estate by an old butler at the entrance.
The entire interior of the estate exuded luxury, with a kind of foreign country house style. Two rows of bodyguards stood at the drawing room entrance
The old butler stopped at the door and reported, “Mr. West, Mr. Sinclair has arrived.”
Inside the room, a bodyguard was positioned every few feet.
The leader of the military group, Victor, glanced at Kenneth and Ophelia before looking away after a few seconds. He acted
if they were strangers, not even bothering to greet them.
Kenneth did the same; his gaze never rested on Victor.
Other than their appearances, nothing resembled a father–son relationship between them.
Xander spoke, “We’ve been waiting for you. His tone was free of blame and instead sounded friendly.
Xander looked similar to how he appeared on TV–somewhere in his forties, not yet fifty–with no signs of middle–age weight gain.
He was lean and upright, and although his thick hair was completely gray, the wrinkles on his face were hardly noticeable at a quick glance.
His demeanor was much like that of Noah, exuding a commanding presence without needing to show any anger.
But Ophelia’s gaze was more focused on the woman beside Xander. It was astonishing to see that Elena, who seldom appeared in the media, was so radiant
She had deep amber eyes, like Ronin and Adams, a high nose bridge, and delicate features. Her slightly curly long hair was draped to one side. She wore a dark red velvet gown, exuding cool elegance.
Her face showed no traces of time, and she could easily be believed to be thirty.
Elena looked up and locked eyes with Ophelia. She seemed equally captivated by her. Although she rarely smiled, she offered a slight smile as a greeting.
Xander and Elena sat at the head of the table, with Victor, who handled military affairs, on the left, and Kenneth, who managed the economy, on the right. These two were crucial to the nation.
This meeting aimed to discuss economic development and stalize the situation.
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As the night fell, luxury cars gathered from all directions at the front of Perlin Marriott Estate. A red carpet was laid out for hundreds of meters from the gate of the estate to the banquet hall.
The security around the venue was enhanced with top–level defense systems. Although there had been prior media coverage, no media outlets were allowed inside the venue.
A black Rolls–Royce stopped at the entrance, and Phoebe, wearing a light–colored dress, got out from the right–hand door.
Jonathan adjusted his suit and his cufflinks, then walked around the car to Phoebe’s side. He smiled, embodying a gentleman. He turned his head to look at Phoebe, even offering his arm for her to hold as they entered the venue.
Phoebe gracefully lified her dress with one hand and linked the other with Jonathan’s arm as they slowly went up t
the stairs.
She knew that outside, she was merely a stand–in for the daughter of the Davidson family. Once the real one was found, she would be the first to be discarded.
In the grand and lavish banquet hall, glasses clinked amid the shallow pleasantries, far surpassing even the splendor of the previous cruise ship dinner
Harris, Zayn, Henry, and other important figures, including the mayor of Dellanex, had already arrived.
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