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. 

in her body has undergone plastic surgery.

It was said that no one had ever

on the opposite side of me coldly, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do

to

and ate, as if I didn’t

dishes on the table, which I couldn‘t afford

need to look at them, my ears can still listen to them. “Oh, Emma. This Mr. Herbert is the son of your old comrade–in–arms.

in the future. You should communicate more with him!” Ryan Stepanek‘ voice

said that Connie Briden and her daughter were good at running a man‘s company. Each time, they would cause a quarrel and divorce between

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?” Emma’s face stiffened into a stiff smile. I felt cold all over and very embarrassed.

continued with a smile, “Herbert, is it convenient for you to