Chapter 197:
Given the Gill familyâs unstable situation, they hardly qualified for an invitation to such a prestigious event, meaning the invitation came from some tactics rather than the Sanderson family.
He responded casually, âIt didnât occur to me.â
Although Collin didnât explicitly distance himself from Adelina, his demeanor and voice implied that she had imposed herself upon him.
Adelina, seemingly oblivious, continued to hold onto Collinâs arm carefully.
By six oâclock, all the guests invited by the Sanderson family had arrived, except for Belinda, who had come to offer apologies but was briskly dismissed by Skyla, who wore a stern expression.
Among the attendees, except for the Sanderson family, few harbored high expectations for the eveningâs main character. They doubted that Harlee, who had recently been brought back from nowhere, was something special.
Just then, Tonya made a graceful entrance through the garden gate.
And Harlee? She remained upstairs with Kareem and Fleming, observing the show.
Tonyaâs appearance at the garden gate caught everyone off guard.
âIs this the Sanderson daughter who was retrieved from the countryside? She defies all rumors. Such elegance and beauty. Itâs incredible!â
âMy goodness! This must be Miss Sanderson! Her outfit must be worth millions!â
âNo, even millions wouldnât suffice to buy it.
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Did you notice the emblem on the hem of her dress? Thatâs the signature of Janessa Studio, an internationally acclaimed studio.
Her dress is priceless!â
âThe Sanderson family really went all out! Such a huge investment.â
The guests murmured excitedly among themselves.
Tonya nearly rolled her eyes as she navigated through the crowd. She had expected this banquet to be something special, but it seemed filled with simpletons.
In a secluded corner, Brixton nearly choked.
âNo shit! My drill sergeant⦠Sheâs back in the country?â
Brixton resignedly covered his face, hoping Tonya wouldnât spot him tonight.
However, luck was not in his favor.
Tonya had spotted him as she descended the stairs. When she stepped in from the garden, she was practically heading straight for him.
âLittle Brixton,â Tonya said.
Brixton lifted his head with a defeated sigh, his expression troubled.
Tonya pinched and patted his cheeks, much to her amusement.
Brixton, seeing Tonyaâs gleeful expression, finally dared to say, âYour hands must be getting tired. Maybe you should take a break?â
For him, those few minutes had dragged on forever.
Reluctantly, Tonya released him.
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