Chapter 993

Old Mrs. Hipps, who usually had a spirited and cheerful face, found her smile turning stiff upon hearing the butler's words. Even the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to express a hint of displeasure and confusion.

She slowly retracted her upturned lips and said to the butler, "A guest is a guest. Please let them in."

The entire hall fell silent, and no one spoke.

Sylvia could clearly sense that upon hearing someone from the Sweeney family was coming, almost everyone's expressions turned somewhat peculiar.

The atmosphere became a bit heavy.

After a while, an unfamiliar laugh echoed, "Oh, it truly is a joyous occasion, and everyone is here. I heard the real Miss Hipps has returned."

Tristan walked in with a smile, his voice arriving before he did.

Old Mr. Hipps chuckled, "Mr. Sweeney, please come in."

"What wind has blown the two young masters here?" Old Mrs. Hipps replaced her expression with a kind smile. "Though it's night, the sun has been shining all day, and it's still quite hot outside. Come in for a drink to cool off."

The two elders were very enthusiastic and showed no signs of anything amiss.

However, Tristan raised an eyebrow, his eyes carrying a hint of malice. "Then I shall accept your hospitality."

He stepped into the hall, followed by a man who looked almost identical to him.

The twin brothers seemed out of place as soon as they entered.

But they appeared oblivious, scanning the room until their eyes landed on Sylvia.

Tristan's eyes flashed with amazement.

Sylvia stood tall and graceful, her champagne-colored dress accentuating her slender figure and delicate waist. Her exquisite face, with watery eyes, a pert nose, and petal-like red lips, was stunningly beautiful.

Tristan glanced at Marcelo, whose pupils were also filled with shock. What a beautiful woman!

How could there be such a radiant yet not vulgar lady?

Her demeanor was impeccable!

"Young Masters, this is Sylvia, our recently found granddaughter," Old Mr. Hipps noted the men's amazement with a hint of displeasure.

Their gazes were too invasive and uncomfortable.

Sylvia looked up to see two identical twin men.

wherever he went. Marcelo, being his twin, shared the same looks and suit, exuding a dangerous and eerie aura

Sylvia's gaze, Tristan's face bore a faint smile. "Miss Andrews,

his

family and the Hipps

Hipps family's young ladies would have

tense relationship between the families, no one

brothers' outstanding

Sylvia had no interest in admiring their looks.

mention Franklin, Clare, Simeon, Logan,

indifferently, "Pleased

handed her a gift box. "After being away for so many years, it's wonderful to

was intensely fixed on

without expression and handed it to the butler without

distant,

cold curve. "Miss Andrews,

increasingly intriguing and arousing his desire for conquest. Sylvia smiled faintly but

meeting. Won't you honor us with

ignored her indifference and raised his

of the Hipps family's granddaughter

gaze, Sylvia couldn't refuse

clinked it with Tristan's

wine lightly

subtle expressions and

dance at

thin lips pressed tightly. "It seems there's no chance to invite Miss

was clear his twin brother was

Hipps, on such a joyous

silent, Marcelo surprisingly requested music

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a guest is a guest. The Sweeney family and the Hipps family

refusing would be

the dance floor.

her command, the housekeeper ordered the servants to bring in

made an

before returning to calmness. "Sorry, Mr. Sweeney, I only dance with

looked at Sylvia with interest. "Your husband? Or is Miss Andrews just making an excuse because she can't

noticed some people already slipping

her as she saw

you a gift. It's quite rude not

fool of herself since she likely had no artistic talent coming from such

at Annika briefly before turning

to Sylvia until they could feel each other's warm

others, their posture seemed intimate, but Sylvia knew

more shameless than she had

to get so close in

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