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.

Mitchell has left. Do we still

that we had already achieved our goal. Besides, we had even helped him, which

glanced at me and knew that I had reached my limit for socializing that day, "You haven't tested since you got off the plane. It's getting late, no home and have a good

red wine on the table beside me. I left arm

a warm breeze blew over me, and it made me feel less

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

your phone inside?" I frowned at him. I wondered how

"you can go ahead. I'll

heels for such a long period of time,

the black Bentley, I grabbed the handle to pull the car door open. But it didn't open.

in through the window and saw that

any way to contact the driver, and I didn't know whether Liam had found his phone yet or not, I had no choice but to cross my arms and lean

many people around. There were only glamorously dressed,

the banquet early.

and hadn't been in upper class society for too long, but as I watched the glamorous scene around me,

dodged behind the car, and an acrid smell entered