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."

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

"Sure." Quill nodded.

in such high spirits

Quill has invited you?" Minerva teased her after they

instantly came to her senses and widened her eyes. "What are you talking about? He only asked me to accompany him for your company's sake. It's your fault that you are so useless, being tipsy just

Minerva couldn't help but laugh. "That's right. You are an excellent backup. Where's Beanie, my other

Beanie, Vera was

the servants before and they said that Beanie was

have anyone by his side just now. If that was the case, where did Beanie

out

Go back quickly and ask my

take off the gown

Why can't I take

changed here and rest for a while. I'll

"Alright."

and Vera

left, Minerva was the only one

all around. At this moment, everyone had gathered in the front hall and

began to try to remove the dress. The dress was very difficult to unbutton. However, Minerva was very

Creak...

sound of someone pushing the door

thus she asked,

hands stopped moving. She

bethat

had clearly heard someone push the door open just

extra attention. She re-fastened one of her buttons and lifted the hem of her

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