Chapter 27 Charity Gala

Saint Hotel was filled with guests. Luxurious cars parked outside the hotel, and the people stepping out of the cars were either successful individuals in suits or elegant heiresses from prestigious families. The scene resembled a star-

studded fashion show.

Soon, a red Ferrari pulled up at the hotel entrance. Frank got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and resting his hand on the roof.

White stiletto heels touched the ground as slender, fair legs extended from the car. Alva stepped out, her silver dress flowing gracefully. Frank reached out his hand, his blue eyes gazing deeply at Alva.

She wore a silver off-shoulder evening gown, her long hair cascading down the left side of her chest. Her right ear was exposed, adorned with a long tassel earring that reached her collarbone. The whole ensemble was exquisitely crafted.

She put on makeup, not overly flashy or ostentatious, but gentle and elegant. Alva’s hand rested in Frank’s, and he held it tightly.

Alva looked at him helplessly.

Frank blinked and leaned closer to her. “I prefer holding your hand rather than you are holding mine.”

He always had a way with romantic words whenever he had the chance. Alva couldn’t be bothered to respond to him.

Chapter 27 Charity Gala

“Let’s go inside,” she said.

them

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the spot where they had just been. The driver immediately got out and opened the door. A

looking at the people in front of him.

figure, tall stature, and graceful movements, the hem of her dress swayed lightly as she walked, as if blooming flowers. She was engaged in a conversation with someone nearby, but the noise in the hall made it difficult for her to hear clearly. She leaned closer, and the golden

curve of her lips, a soft profile, and fluttering lashes, her every

his

tonight you are the most beautiful,” Frank said.

said clearly, so she leaned closer to better

say redundant things. We have important matters to attend

to introduce her to some big shots in

Charity

to promote

appear carefree, I’m not as frivolous as I seem,” Frank

Wouchers

but his pronunciation wasn’t great. Every time Alva heard him, she couldn’t help but smile. Now, hearing him speaking, it sounded like a visitation, and she

laughter, Frank’s eyebrows arched, his eyes filled with a smiling gaze.

always be the most enchanting

Alva remained silent.

for their target

of New Vogue

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