"It's over. I will never be able to pay it off now...â Yvonne looked like she was about to cry.
"Pay off what?" Lynette looked at her in confusion.
Yvonne waved her hands. "Nothing. I'm just saying that my husband must have paid a lot to rent
this one and won't be able to pay off the credit card."
"These are rented?â
"Did you think he bought these? If my husband were really wealthy, would I still need to work this
hard every day?" Yvonne looked away and smiled dryly.
"Makes sense. I don't usually see you wearing branded goods too." Lynette rubbed her chin,
thinking that Yvonne had made a good point.
When Yvonne saw Henry walking up to the stage with a mic in hand, she gently elbowed Lynette,
"Alright, let's stop talking, Mr. Lancaster's speech is starting."
Lynette instantly straightened up and closed her mouth at the warning.
On the stage, Henry scanned the audience with his deep eyes and Yvonne briefly wondered if she
had mistakenly felt that his gaze had lingered on her for two more than seconds.
âGood evening, everyone. This is Henry Lancaster speaking..." Henry raised the mic and started his
speech.
He first narrated the speech in English, then repeated i t in French to be considerate to the foreign
investors i n the audience. He spoke fluent French like a true French noble mesmerizing everyone
in the audience.
"I finally know how unfair God is when he created people." Lynette held her face, looking like a love-
struck puppy.
Yvonne cast a glance at her. "What do you mean by that?"
"What I'm saying is that God poured his heart into creating Mr. Lancaster while we're probably just
something he quickly made out of mud.â i
Yvonne's mouth twitched as she was rendered speechless.
There seemed to be nothing wrong with this metaphor...
"Hey Yvonne," Lynette called her.
She blinked. "What is it?"
"What kind of woman do you think is worthy of a perfect man like Mr. Lancaster?" Lynette asked out
of the blue.
Yvonne was taken aback. She lowered her head and couldn't find an answer. "I... Iâve no idea..."
It didnât matter what kind of woman was worthy of him.
He was already a married man.
However, Yvonne didn't dare to say that.
"I'm guessing that it must be a woman who is as perfect as him. Only a woman with a wealthy family
background, a great appearance, and capabilities that can match him is worthy of him," Lynette
analyzed.
Yvonne pouted and retorted subconsciously, "I donât think so! He's already perfect. If he marries a
woman who is as perfect as him, then that's no different than him looking into a mirror."
Lynette was taken aback and looked at her with excitement. "Whatâs wrong with you, Yvonne? I was
only casually wondering who is worthy of Mr.
Lancaster, so why did you get so worked up...?"
"I..." Yvonne quickly calmed down. Knowing that she had reacted too aggressively just now, she
hurriedly squeezed a smile and explained, "I just thought that M r. Lancaster is already perfect so he
probably doesn't need an equally perfect wife, so I..."
"Oh, I see!" Lynette nodded without even a trace of suspicion. "So thatâs why you got so worked up
just now. For a second, I thought there was something between you and Mr. Lancaster!"
"O-Of course not!" Yvonne clutched her handbag and laughed. "How could I possibly have anything
to do with Mr. Lancaster?" "Figures. Why would Mr. Lancaster fancy ordinary
girls like us?" 2
Yvonne frowned, feeling a little wounded. "Whatâs wrong with being ordinary? Can't an ordinary girl
marry Mr. Lancaster?"
"That's not what I meant." Lynette rolled her eyes. "Iâm just saying that people like Mr. Lancaster
would never be attracted to ordinary girls like us.â
"Why?" Yvonne bit her lip and pressed.
"Are you dumb? Of course itâs because we belong in two different worlds.â
"Two different worlds..." Yvonne repeated the words and felt somewhat unpleasant.
She was from an ordinary family and Henry was from a wealthy family. They were indeed from two
different worlds.
Lynette didn't realize Yvonne's strange behavior and continued speaking, "That's why I think Mr.
Lancaster needs a wife who speaks a common language as him and can walk by his side instead of
someone incapable who needs to be protected all the time in order to survive in the wealthy family."
Her words instantly put Yvonne to shame. She tried to open her mouth but she had suddenly lost
her voice. With conflict in her eyes, she gazed at the man speaking on the stage. 1
Was that so?
Did he really need a wife like the one Lynette had
described?
If that was the case, then why did he marry her and leave her alone for three years? And when he
finally remembered her, it was only because he wanted her bone marrow. 1
Yvonne felt uncomfortable at the thoughts and suddenly lost the desire to stay any longer.
"I think I wanna go back now, Lyn." She lowered her gaze and spoke dejectedly.
Lynette grabbed her arm and refused to let go. "Why are you going back so early? The female
guests will be asked to draw lots to choose their dancing partners for an important segment of the
party later! If we get M r. Lancaster, then we didn't come here in vain tonight!"
"Mr. Lancaster will participate too?â Yvonne raised her eyebrow in curiosity.
"Yeah! This is a welcoming party for him, so of course he has to participate!" Lynette replied.
Yvonne instantly perished the thought of leaving as soon as she heard that, though she wasn't
confident if she would get picked to dance with Mr. Lancaster.
At the very least, she would know who he ended up dancing with.
After a long wait, Henry's speech was finally over and he passed the mic to his assistant who was in
the audience. "Iâll leave the rest to you."
Joe nodded slightly and went up to the stage. "Next is the long-awaited dance session! I believe
everyone already knows the rules, so I will begin without any further ado. Please welcome the first
lady who will draw the lots - Yvonne Frey!" 2
Yvonne suddenly heard her name and was stunned." Me?!"
"Yeah, you!" Lynette slapped her shoulder excitedly." You're really lucky to be the first one, Yvonne!
Hurry u p there!"
"Oh..." Yvonne replied in a fluster. Under the gazes of many and Lynetteâs urging, she held her skirt
up and went on to the stage.
Joe handed a box to her. "Miss Frey, please draw a piece of paper."
"Alright." Yvonne nodded and quickly stole a glance of Henry out of the corner of her eye before
reaching into the box to take a piece of paper out. 1
Just when she was about to unfold the paper, Joe quickly took it away and smiled politely at her.
"Here, let me."
Yvonne was a little startled, but she smiled politely back at him. "I'll leave it to you then, Mr. Woods."
1
She retreated to the side and nervously waited for Joe to announce the result. 1
Joe passed the box to a staff member standing around, then calmly unfolded the paper. When he
saw the name on the paper, he pushed his glasses up in surprise. "How lucky you are, Miss Frey!
Congratulations, your dance partner is Mr. Lancaster!"
As soon as the result was announced, the audience gasped in shock.
Yvonneâs jaw dropped too. She could hardly believe her ears.
What?
She actually picked Henry?
But... would he dance with her?