Bride of Mr.Billion

Chapter 5 

Bella’s POV: 

I took a leave. At one o‘clock in the afternoon, I arrived at the Conrad Hotel. I delivered the gift I prepared and said a few words of birthday blessing to Uncle John. My father hasn‘t arrived yet. I don‘t want to see him and his lover happy. I plan to leave at this time. However, Aunt Carter stopped me. “Bella, we‘ll leave after lunch. There‘s another very important 

guest coming!” “Which important guest?” I asked curiously. Uncle and Aunt Carter are both ordinary people, and their friends are just like us. How can there be any important guests? 

“He‘s the son of a old comrade–in–arms of your Uncle John. Right, he‘s the new boss of your company. His name is... Herbert!” Aunt Carter excitedly replied. “What?” Aunt Carter‘s words shocked me greatly! It‘s Herbert again. Why do I have to run into him everywhere I go? Before I could react, I saw Herbert and my father‘s family coming in. I hate these people, so I just want to get out of here as soon as possible. But Aunt Carter pulled me to the VIP seats. When I sat down, I realized that my father‘s family, Herbert, and I were all at this table. I glanced at the person in front of me and found that the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. 

The woman who had once ruined my parents‘ marriage was named Connie Briden. The one next to her was her daughter, Emma Briden. She had big eyes, a high nose, a big chest, a very thin waist, and plump buttocks… Of course, these were not inborn. 

They all relied on plastic surgery. 

organ in her body has

said that no one had ever seen what she really looked

side of me coldly, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with

didn‘t seem to see

head and ate, as

there were very delicious dishes on the

can still listen to them. “Oh, Emma. This Mr. Herbert is

Ryan Stepanek‘ voice was very flattering. That‘s right. Ryan Stepanek is my father. That father who once cheated on me

agency. It was said that Connie Briden and her daughter were good at running a man‘s company. Each time, they would cause

that you can take care of me.” Emma’s voice was very pretentious. “Hello.” There was no expression on Herbert‘s face, but he still maintained his politeness. “It‘s too polite to call you Mr. Wharton. Why don‘t I call you ‘Herbert‘ in the future?”

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