Chapter 12


Chapter 12

Instinctively, Dexter turned to look just as Angela glanced back at him. She flashed him a smug smile.

“Angie, you look beautiful today. This dress suits you so well. Dexter and I spent quite some time picking it out for you. It really is stunning!" Joseph praised her with a smile.

With that, all doubts were dispelled instantly.

It turned out that Joseph himself had chosen this dress for Angela. Of course, he wouldn't buy her counterfeit dress.

Elena felt as if she had been slapped across the face. It left a stinging, burning sensation on her cheek. The faces of those who had mocked Angela earlier turned pale as they fell silent

too.

Angela's nose tingled as she fought back the urge to tear up. Of all the Bamford family members, only Joseph had ever shown her true kindness.

She knew very well that Dexter would never care about her clothing. Joseph had said that the dress was from him to salvage her dignity.

As the drinks flowed and the guests mingled, Angela remained by Joseph's side until someone whisked him away for a toast. She then discreetly slipped into a corner and snacked on an exquisite piece of cake.

As she nibbled on the cake, she took in the scene before her. The radiant crystal chandeliers, the guests clinking glasses, the opulent yet understated decor, and the rare delicacies at the buffet all combined into a vibrant image of high society life.

The scene before Angela was imprinted into her mind.

"Ms. Graham, why are you here alone?" Elena approached out of nowhere, holding a glass

of wine.

Angela's gaze dimmed slightly, but she kept her expression composed and unruffled." Aren't you alone as well, Ms. Carrey? Where's Dexter? Isn't he keeping you company?"

When she mentioned Dexter, there was no longer an edge to her tone but rather a calm and detached nonchalance, as though she was speaking about a stranger.

Elena raised an eyebrow. "Ms. Graham, you seem different today."

Even a dress can cause such fuss from you all-it's clear I'm not the same

at the tip of her fingers as their glasses touched. Then, she took a sip and savored the rich taste of the wine as it slid

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and then the sweetness came

moment, a cheer arose from somewhere nearby, drawing Angela's attention. Upon turning to look, she saw

couldn't leave

sense that he was headed this way. He was very protective of Elena. He would do anything in his power to prevent anyone from

Dexter. We were just discussing your refined taste," Elena said with

the other night. I was genuinely unwell on your

he cast a

look back at him. She had just picked up a small blueberry-flavored cake from a

the both of them watching her with different

you explain to her? She seems

his eyes. What was there to explain? Did she deserve

need. I know I'm not

you know,” Dexter responded

toward Joseph. She intended to say goodbye and make an early exit. Inspiration had struck her

and lightness. It seemed that these rigid settings didn't suit a free

out,

surprise, a cold, austere voice came from behind her. "Where do

to flee. However, he

demanded, yanking her hand away. She spat, "Dexter, are you interested in me? Otherwise, why

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What makes you think you're worthy?" he retorted with a

his slave. His words bore down on her, pinning her to a pillar of shame. The blood in her veins seemed to flow backward as all the humiliation she had ever

she

she replied, "If I'm so unworthy, then why are you blocking my

unshed tears, which she quickly forced

back with me." He grabbed her hand and forced her into his car. "Mom's

Angela tensed up and made to escape. But Dexter had

few years had been caused by Dexter, the remaining 30% was undeniably due to her

from an elite family. She had an assertive personality and had long held the position

had tried to find common ground and ease the tension,

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