Chapter 213: Chapter 211: Fawn

The old Mrs. Lyle’s words were like a fine thorn, piercing the heart without feeling pain, but ultimately, it still pierced the heart.

Her mother was gentle and kind but couldn’t receive the respect she deserved from The Lyle Family, all because of that absurd pride.

When Shawn Lyle took over the Lyle Corporation, it was losing money, and the deficit was covered by Bella Hue, which was not a small sum.

Therefore, the Hue Family requested corresponding shares in Lyle Corporation, but Shawn Lyle refused to acknowledge this fact due to pride and various other reasons.

In the end, it resulted in the Hue Family disagreeing with the marriage between the two families, and the old Mrs. Lyle thought the Hue Family had ulterior motives, merely wanting to cheat the Lyle Corporation’s assets because of this.

These things were told to her by her grandmother during the New Year, which is also why she hated Shawn Lyle even more.

The word hypocrite might be the most fitting epithet for Shawn Lyle.

"Ugh―――!"

The sensation of pain brought Elliana Lyle’s thoughts back; she seemed to have bumped into someone.

Looking up, it was a gentleman dressed smartly, with slightly long hair giving off an artistic vibe, and the beard did not make his face look bulky but more cultured instead.

Perhaps it was those deep amber eyes, looking pure yet carrying the weight of experience.

"Miss Lyle, are you alright? I’m very sorry for bumping into you." The man cast a look of concern and apology.

She shook her head and instinctively tidied her somewhat messy hair, saying, "I’m fine."

Then she felt something was off; this man called her Miss Lyle, so he must know her, yet she had no impression of him.

So she tentatively asked, "Do you know me?"

The man smiled upon hearing this, exuding an easygoing aura, and said, "Miss Lyle is a rising star in the film industry; it’s truly an honor to meet you today."

Today, Elliana Lyle was dressed elegantly, with her long hair draped behind her ears making her appear graceful and poised, and her unmade-up face showed no visible flaws, pure and genuine.

Especially those almond-shaped eyes, as if they contained an entire natural forest, naturally beautiful.

her media image, today’s

an illusion of breathtakingly lighting

nodded politely; it turned out he knew her through the media, though she didn’t dare

much like finding fresh leaves among a pile

could reclaim her evaluation depended on how

that, sir, may I ask your surname?"

at her words but masked it with a

who can’t be here due to health reasons,

knew Uncle Hughes, a long-time friend of the Lyles, who always had a good

said he had a son studying abroad, allegedly in something related to art, must be this person in front of her now; indeed, she saw the

Hughes,

business card and handed it

was a black card, very textured, matte polished surface, with golden letters reading Felix Hughes in the center, along with

she took it, Felix Hughes asked, "Could Miss

didn’t have the habit of carrying business cards, or rather, she

director, and I think your eyes are extremely beautiful, full of spirit, blending

perhaps they could have some connection in the future. Facing the compliment, she modestly said, "Mr. Hughes, you flatter me, I didn’t bring a business card today,

pen and another card from his

card was black, as was

Lyle hesitated for a moment, then forcefully wrote

didn’t leave a color, it left

the number written, but

a look of admiration, he praised, "Miss Lyle, you’re not only beautiful but also

Hughes opened his hand and circled it, seemingly at a loss for words, before solemnly saying, "Beautiful like a part of nature, especially your eyes, like a gemstone,

Hughes’ words made her feel somewhat uneasy, and she subconsciously raised her hand to touch the corner of her eye; such praise

again said, "If possible, I’d like to take a set

for a portrait shoot; besides, she felt some inexplicable resistance toward the person in front of

decline, saying, "I’m sorry Mr. Hughes, I may not have

the highly anticipated ’Interstellar Immigrants’, Gary Young is my mentor,

couldn’t help shivering; she almost

said, "Mr. Hughes, I must excuse

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