Read of The Divorced Billionaire Heiress-By I Wanna Eat Meat
Angie’s makeup suited her very well. She stood there proudly with a hint of sharpness in her eyes.
“It’s you?”
Yvette frowned.
Angie smiled. “Today is my engagement. Of course, it’s me.”
Yvette tossed her hair back and turned to leave. Angie called her and blinked.
“ I don’t know them, but I know you. Do you want to introduce the guests to me?”
Yvette chuckled. “Did you pay me? Why should I do that?”
Then, she turned away.
Angie’s tone was light. “Ms. Quimbey, can you tell me which company that man in the gray suit
downstairs is the boss of?”
Yvette subconsciously glanced downstairs. The man wearing an expensive gray suit downstairs had
sharp eyes and was handsome with a few hints of restraint and caution as he looked around for
something.
She frowned slightly. She did not recognize him at all.
She was just about to speak when she saw Mitchell coming up. He smiled.
“Ms. Quimbey, what a coincidence ! I just saw Mr. Sheldon looking all over for you!”
Yvette muttered a curse and did not have time to think about anything else. She hurriedly ran down.
Lance was keeping too close an eye on her.
Mitchell stepped to the side to make way and then walked over. “Ms. Angie, Mr. Ferguson just called and
asked you to wait a little longer. He’s on his way.”
Angie’s face instantly overflowed with joy at the words.
“Okay, then I’ll wait.”
She looked at the time. It was not too late.
In an instant, the doubts in her head earlier were swept clean.
As time passed, the guests chattered happily with each other. Everyone was puzzled in their hearts by
the delayed arrival of the main character of this banquet.
However, no one dared to take the initiative to ask the reason.
After all, it was Eric’s banquet. It was not like they could come just because they wanted to. It was
already a great honor to be invited. Just mingling around was already a great opportunity.
When Angie changed into her third set of clothes, the expression on her face also turned a little ugly.
10:00 pm.
Angie looked at her silent phone and the noisy venue, and her heart suddenly trembled.
She immediately picked up her phone to make a call, but the phone indicated that there was no signal.
She could not call anyone at all.
Angie’s face finally turned pale.
She seemed to have realized something. Abruptly, she ran out of the lounge.
Mitchell was standing not far away, watching.
Then, someone stopped Angie, who had tried to run out.
Her gaze was no longer soft. Instead, it carried a hint of bloodthirsty ruthlessness. “Get lost—”
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