Hold On Mr.! Your Sweetheart is a Real Queen

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: A Grand and Passionate Firework

Ian Linton nodded gracefully, "Then I’ll trouble you, Auntie." He walked to the door, suddenly turned his head, and smiled at Abigail Perry, "Auntie looks very beautiful today, it suits you well."

Upon hearing this, Abigail Perry’s face lit up, and she couldn’t help but say, "Really? This was designed for me by Mrs. Carter’s designer, that designer..."

Ian Linton smiled faintly, "Mrs. Carter’s family has been in the design industry for generations, their aesthetics are indeed unique."

An aristocratic family so noble and distinguished, if Emily Ginger hadn’t married into the Linton family, Abigail Perry might never have set foot into the Carter Residence, nor would she have been included in that circle.

Ian Linton’s words made Abigail Perry both excited and proud, her delight was undeniable despite her heavy makeup.

Ian Linton smiled gently again, "This week the Woods Estate is hosting a charity event, I have two invitations here. I’ll have my secretary send them over tomorrow, you and Emily can go have fun."

Abigail Perry nodded eagerly, "That sounds good, I’ll take Emily to relax."

"I’m busy with work, so I’ll have to trouble Auntie to take care of Emily," Ian Linton said softly.

my duty to care for my daughter," Abigail Perry hastily went over to send Ian Linton downstairs. After coming back, her

invitations from those noble and proud families were always sent directly to Daisy

and Daisy would never take them inside; they kept to themselves while Abigail Perry had been eagerly eyeing the outskirts of this circle for eight years. Now, finally, relying on Emily Ginger, she had taken a

the bed, gazed at her daughter’s tender, fair face, couldn’t help but grasp her hand, and silently

*

Stephens was driving, couldn’t help but pick up the phone and call Daisy

gathered thick, covering the starlight, as if it might rain at

the navigation system, realizing it would take more than an hour to reach Goldsand Beach, clearly unable to make it before

faint sense of frustration, tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, glanced at the pink gift box, his lips pressed thinly, and his hand gripping the steering

...

some point, it

somewhat bewildered as she looked up at the sky where

seem suitable for a