The Woman From Hell

The Prime Star Global Investment Conference was being held at Paradise Restaurant. When Theo and I arrived, quite a few people were already there. There was a very ostentatious display board on the door.

We entered with me wrapped around Theo's arm. Leaning into his ear, I whispered, "I heard Prime Star has always been high-profile. I'll be learning a lot from this today. Thanks." Not only the display board at the entrance, but the banners outside the building were also very ostentatious.

Hearing this, Theo just smiled before whispering back, "This is something that everyone in the industry knows. Prime Star is powerful, though, so there's nothing wrong with them showing it."

"I think you're quite capable too, but aren't you being too low-key?" I asked with a smile while a gleam of light flashed through my eyes.

Theo heard what I said and casually grabbed a glass of red wine before handing it to me. He then grabbed another glass for himself. "If Madam wants me to show off, I can do it too."

"No need. I prefer you to achieve great things quietly. It makes you seem like an overnight celebrity."

Theo and I looked at each other and smiled at that.

We clinked our glasses and indulged in the red wine in one go.

I did not expect my first glass tonight to be with Theo.

come up to greet Theo. "Long time no see, President Grant. Who is this beauty beside you?" "My wife, Wanda Lane. She's

my identity but also my

nodded at the person.

name a long time ago, President Lane. But looking at you today, you're a devastatingly beautiful woman. No wonder President Grant sees

"You exaggerate."

deliberately stepped aside to not disturb Thea's conversation with the other. I signaled to Theo with my eyes that was going

Prime Star,

as handcrafts that one would find at an exhibition.

was taking my pick, a figure abruptly appeared beside me, their

looked over and frowned. He looked like a middle-aged man in his 40s. Even his black formal suit could not hide his disgustingly lewd face. However, since we were in a public space, he might

interrupted me before I could even finish, "I'm the general manager of Prime Star's Investments. You may call me

said this and stuffed it into my palm. He even gave my hand a deliberate rub. It made me

business card and withdrew my hand. Glancing at the card, I muttered to myself, "Walter Waters. You really are the

that the person