The Queen's Back

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Mona and Maxwell weren't from the entertainment industry, so after a brief walk on the red carpet, they sat down at the front row.

As soon as they sat down, Maxwell draped his jacket over Mona again.

Earlier, Mona thought Maxwell was just worried she'd catch a cold, but now they were indoors with the heater on, so there was no way she could be cold.

Mona leaned in close to Maxwell and whispered in his ear, "Maxwell, do you not like this dress?"

Mona often watched TV shows where the male lead was extremely possessive, forbidding the female lead from wearing certain things, Deep down, she couldn't shake the feeling that Maxwell was like that too. With his jacket on her, she was wrapped up tightly, with only her head sticking out.

Meeting Mona's bright eyes, Maxwell gave an honest nod. He indeed didn't like her wearing something so revealing.

"Why didn't you tell me that at home? I could have changed. I designed this dress back in college. It was a bold design with an open back," Mona explained.

When she was trying on dresses, none of them seemed to give her the look she wanted, so she rummaged through her closet and found this one. She had always liked the design, but never had the chance to wear it. It matched Maxwell's s usual black suits, SO she decided to wear it. She hadn't expected him to mind the open-back design. Maxwell scratched his nose, a bit embarrassed. "I was worried you'd feel upset if I said too much." Hearing this, Mona smiled. "It's fine. I give you the right to speak up. Next time, just tell me directly. I won't be mad He kept everything bottled bottled up. Clearly, he didn't like it but stayed silent, secretly getting jealous on his own. Maxwell placed his hand over hers and said, 'Alright. And if I do something wrong, you need to tell me too." While the two were talking, someone was sitting next to Mona. When she turned her head, she found herself face-to-face with Gordon. Remembering what had happened that night, she felt a little scared. Then she glanced at Maxwell, who immediately switched seats with her, sitting next to Gordon instead. Both of them belonged to the Carter family. Compared to Gordon, Maxwell carried the title of illegitimate son, but he also had the identity of the president of the Carter Group. As they sat together, they instantly attracted the attention of many around them. After all, in these powerful families, there were always skeletons in the closet.

"It's been a few days, Maxwell, and you seem to be doing quite well, Gordon said venomously, glaring at his own injured

arm

arms still hadn't fully healed and couldn't handle any strenuous activity. Full recovery would take time, and in

"Yes,

injured arms. And yet, you're here attending events," Maxwell said nonchalantly, with a faint smile when he mentioned Gordon's injury. "You! It all thanks to you! Cordon ground his teeth, glaring at Maxwell with hatred in his eyes. "Since you know, then stop thinking about unnecessary things. Otherwise, I won't hesitate to break your legs,"

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to the

me. Grandpa will definitely cripple you in return,

threatening to disable Gordon's legs. If Gordon didn't fight back. Maxwell thought he

out whether I dare or not," Maxwell replied icily. "You..." Gordon, seething with rage,

a mess. At that moment,

a scene of

Even if she doesn't win an award,

actress. The chances of her winning are high. She's definitely the star of the evening." After the ceremony, I'll

me! I'm the one who designed that dress!" But she kept her cool, too shy to call

"Feeling

Maxwell asked, smiling at

my design. As the