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."

nodded blankly and said, "Well, then

"Sure." Quill nodded.

Minerva backstage. When she walked, she was in such high spirits

you overly excited because Quill has invited you?" Minerva teased her after they arrived at a

about? He only asked me to accompany him for your company's sake. It's your fault that you are so

laugh. "That's right. You are an excellent backup. Where's Beanie,

about Beanie, Vera was

I asked the servants before and they said

Quill didn't have anyone by his side just now.

change out of

Go back quickly and ask

take off the gown

Why can't I take it off on

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

"Alright."

nodded and Vera

was the only one

gathered in the front hall and were all

changing room with difficulty. After that, she began to try to remove the dress. The dress was very difficult to unbutton.

Creak...

the sound of someone pushing the door open came

was a little confused, thus

stopped

it bethat I

push the door open just now. It

of her buttons and lifted the hem of her skirt, intending to

a black shadow flashed in front of her