Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Quill looked at Minerva, who was shining brightly, and replied in a low voice.

"No, you can't."

"I can't? Then when can I go backstage?" Minerva lifted the hem of her skirt in distress. "Quill, do you know how tiring it is for me to wear this dress?" She looked down at her dress and said, "It's really heavy, okay?"

"I'll introduce you to a few people. Follow me." Quill then told her to step down the stage. Minerva did it with difficulty, but she didn't show it. She helplessly picked up the hem of her skirt and walked forward. When Quill brought her around, it was inevitable that she needed to make a toast with the guests. However, it was inconvenient for Minerva to carry the skirt's hem and the wine glass at the same time. At this critical moment, Vera rushed to her back and said, "I'll help you with the hem of your dress."

Upon hearing this, Minerva turned around and looked at her with a touched expression. Vera's gaze had shifted elsewhere and she didn't dare to look in her direction. Only then did Minerva realize that she was avoiding Quill's gaze.

"So the reason why she didn't come here just now was because of Quill?" Thinking of what Vera had done before, Minerva couldn't help snickering secretly.

"Minerva, this is Mr. Wood, the biggest fabric merchant in North City."

Upon hearing the term 'fabric merchant', Minerva's eyes lit up. This older brother of hers was really influential. He had immediately introduced such an important person to her. She was the owner of a fashion design company. Wasn't fabric the most important aspect?

"President Hanover, your younger sister is so beautiful that she is on par with Mrs. Hanover in the past."

Mr. Wood was a middle-aged man, and was around the same age as Mrs. Hanover.

When he saw Minerva, he recalled what Mrs. Hanover looked like in those days. Then, he swirled his wine glass, feeling a little sentimental. "In those days, I had been attracted by Mrs. Hanover. Unfortunately... Mrs. Hanover only had eyes for..."

Mr. Wood suddenly stopped and realized that he had made an indiscreet remark. He then smiled awkwardly and apologized, "I'm sorry, I seem to have said too much. What I mean is... You look very similar to your mother."

"Thank you." Minerva smiled at him and thanked him. After that, they exchanged a few more words of greetings. Mr. Wood had invited her to visit the company when she had time. Then, Quill took her to the next person he knew.

She had met quite a few people along the way. They were all people that Minerva wanted to get to know. At the same time, she had also drunk a few glasses of wine. At that moment, she was already tipsy. Moreover, her skirt was way too heavy. She really wanted to get changed and take a rest.

Quill's heart ached probably after noticing her tiredness, thus he only brought her to meet a few important guests. Then, he looked at Vera, who had been holding the hem of Minerva's skirt and asked, "Can you go with me instead? There are guests who may be helpful to your company."

her so how could Vera refuse? She nodded blankly and said, "Well, then I'll... send Minerva backstage first and then I will

"Sure." Quill nodded.

she was in such high spirits that her body did not seem to belong

has invited you?" Minerva teased her after they arrived at a

to accompany him for your company's sake. It's your fault that you are so useless, being tipsy just after meeting a few guests.

right. You are an excellent backup. Where's Beanie, my other excellent

about Beanie, Vera was

I asked the servants before and they said that Beanie was with your

didn't have anyone by his side just now. If that

out of your dress

room, Minerva nodded and said, "I'll go in and change. Go back quickly

you take off the

a designer. Why can't I take it off on

changed here and rest for a while. I'll come to you later when

"Alright."

and Vera soon

only

everyone had gathered in the

she began to try to remove the dress. The dress was very

Creak...

of someone pushing the door open came from the outside.

a little confused, thus she asked, "Who

one responded. Minerva's hands stopped moving. She was feeling

it bethat

the door open

her buttons and lifted

her eyes. Before she could react, she was pressed against the cold