Spoiled by the Silver Fox

She reckoned this young lady from the Peck family was a perfect match for Sebastian.

The Peck family's pedigree was top-notch; their daughter was a PhD grad from a prestigious university, so her wisdom were beyond question.

The more she looked, the more she liked her.

She wanted to engage in a bit of chit-chat with Miss Peck, but Angelina Peck was giving her the cold shoulder.

She assumed Julia wanted to set up Mitchell with a date, but she was not interested in Mitchell one bit.

She was here for Sebastian, the head honcho of the Ingram family.

She had her eyes on the prize: to be the lady of the Ingram house.

If she could bear a son, that kid would be the heir to the Ingram fortune right out of the womb.

That night, Julia was hitting roadblocks left and right, feeling pretty bummed out.

She didn't want to make an effort to connect with those who were giving her the brush-off.

As for Angela, her eyes were red and puffy the whole time, looking as if she had been wronged.

Angelina Peck was comforting her on the side. Angela, with teary eyes, said, "Angelina, thanks for always being there for me. I've always thought you and Sebastian are a match made in heaven. Stephanie, the love child of the Klein family, acts like a small-town girl but wants to marry into the high life. Because Sebastian has been protecting her, my mom, my sister, and I have all been pushed around by her."

"What kind of

also

spill the

dare you to badmouth Stephanie again." Sebastian appeared just in time to

you sure know how to make an entrance. I was just curious about the

be curious about someone who will

"That's not necessarily true.

her that much and she marries into the Ingram family, our

find this

Caroline Snider and said, "Ms. Snider, I believe this is your first

voice, Caroline Snider explained, "Yes, it's my first time

honest;

being nudged by their

hot

of high society;

marry their

en

Sebastian casually replied, "Really?"

I heard you recently splurged two billion to snag that pink diamond at Mrs. Perez's charity event, almost the size of a

Can we

you can't. It's already wrapped up; I'm planning to