Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 231

After that, Mr. Mitchell left.

Nathan's expression was thunderous. Very soon, someone who looked like his assistant walked over and said something in his ear. He immediately flung the socialite's hand away.

As she was wearing high heels, his violent movement made her fall onto her backside at once. At the same time, she managed to spill all the drinks laid out on the table beside her all over herself.

The clothes she had just changed into were soaked immediately, and the socialite was thoroughly humiliated. She looked aggrieved, but she had no choice but to press her lips together and endure it.

"Who the bell do you think you are? How dare you offend. Mr. Mitchell? If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be able to get into this banquet even if you licked someone's boots." Nathan lowered his voice and directed a venomous trade at her.

Everyone turned to look at her, and Nathan's expression immediately changed, He helped the socialite up in a considerate, gentlemanly manner and said in a gentle voice, "You should have been more careful. Did you bump yourself anywhere? Your clothes are now stained. Let me take you to get changed."

He called a waiter over and asked him where the dressing rooms were

The two of them left very quickly, and Liam frowned. "Birds of a feather flock together!

I watched the two of them leave, and I felt that Liam was right. Neither of them was pleasant people. They were both materialistic snobs.

left. Do we still need to stay for

meant that we had already achieved our

"You haven't tested

my glass of red wine on the table beside me.

a warm breeze blew over me,

in his pockets. "I think 1 left my phone inside. Wait for me here, and

your phone inside?" I frowned at him. I wondered how he had managed to drop

my coat tighter around me and walked forward "you can go ahead. I'll wait for

a long period of time,

to pull the car door open. But it didn't open. I

the window and saw that

whether Liam had found his phone yet or not, I had no choice

at night, and there weren't many people around. There were only glamorously dressed, successful-looking people who were leaving

the banquet early.

at university and hadn't been in upper class society for too long, but as I watched the glamorous scene around me, it felt strangely unreal. "Evelyn! Go and die!" Suddenly, I heard a distorted voice. I turned and saw a black figure carrying a bucket, flinging it

car, and an acrid smell entered my