The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1419

The entire banquet hall fell into silence the moment Becky’s words were spoken. A faint smile flickered in Chloe’s eyes. Though unexpected, Becky’s words were indeed offensive.

Barbara’s head spun, leaving her completely flustered by Becky’s stupidity. What a bunch of nincompoops!

Chloe had clearly set a trap for Becky, and this nitwit was falling for it, hook, line, and sinker!

Everyone present considered themselves self–important artist. They were pampered and fawned over daily, ready to throw a fit at the slightest wrong word. Artists might just be the toughest bunch to please on earth! That damn Becky actually had the nerve to call them buskers in front of everyone.

Barbara shot a glance at Chloe, who was clearly indifferent and gloating, and her disgust for Becky intensified.

“Becky!” Barbara suddenly scolded in a low voice, but her words were interrupted by a cacophony of clatters.

Becky turned to look and found the entire banquet hall filled with displeased faces. People were slamming their plates on the table or dropping them on the floor. The sound of shattering porcelain and silverware hitting the floor filled the air.

face wrinkled. She gazed at the mess in the banquet hall and couldn’t help but scream, “Have

Y Country! You invite us to liven up your state dinner, only to treat us like your personal entertainers? Even having a meal depends on your mood, a privilege granted when you’re happy and denied when you’re not! We sure learned a lot about

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finally realized what

won’t accept your charity!” With that, he called over his assistant to pull out several large bills and threw them at Becky. “We can pay for our meal! This is enough for a day’s worth of meals at a luxury restaurant! I’m giving you so much probably because the royal food is

utterly humiliated and furious. But it didn’t

performers can afford this meal: The royal food of

to cater to your highness’s mood? If you still understand the principle of customer first, then clean up this mess

a smirk and a sense of triumph. She was perfectly embodying Damon’s words, “My woman doesn’t need to be nice.” If he granted her the right to do as she pleased,

pocket, and walked up to Becky. She waved the bills in

a smile, “Oh, I think we’d all be much happier if Princess Becky cleaned up herself.” The crowd immediately

“Great idea!”