Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 331 Whose Dance Do You Want to See?

Willem walked in, dressed in a black suit. He was accompanied by Elena and Ashton, with a line of bodyguards following behind him. The atmosphere immediately turned tense

and oppressive.

Everyone instinctively stood up, as no one failed to recognize William.

Colt was stunned for a few seconds before forcing a smile. “M–Mr. Middleton, what brings you here?

William’s gaze swepto

Lover Emelie, causing her to catch her breath in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to show up.

The cold winter in Weston had William wearing black leather gloves, which he removed as he spoke calmly. “I heard there was a dance performance here, so I came to see it. Mr. Belly, you don’t mind an uninvited guest, do you?”

“Of course not! Mr. Middleton, do you want to watch the dance too?”

Colt’s thoughts raced. It was an open secret in the industry that William had blacklisted Emelie Was he still holding a grudge and coming specifically to witness her humiliation?

William replied with an ambiguous smile, “I’ve never seen a dance performed on a dining table. It sounds are interesting.”

Colt turned back to Emelie “Even Mr. Middleton is interested. Ms. Hoven, you have no reason to refuse, right?”

Elena tugged at William’s jacket, looking as if she wanted to plead for Emelie. “William_”

raised his hand to

now felt

who was

him, he sat down and crossed his legs. Holding his gloves on

Hoven, aren’t you going

say I wanted Ms. Hoven to dance?”

freze at his

here to mock Emelie. He stammered, ‘T–1hen whose

head back and swept his gaze over those standing. His

looked at

and a business manager here, all respectable positions. Naturally, I don’t expect any of

people, which left only one

wanted Justina

the

enmity William bad for Emelie might not be

she interjected, “Do unto others as you would have thers do unto you. Ms.

cold voice. “is my status not enough to get

Williams threw it back

forward. “Justina, Mr. Middleton wants to see you

pale and grabbed Colt’s arm as

wrath, shouted, “Can’t what? it’s all your fault! You couldn’t keep your mouth shut, even with food in your mouth. You had me do this and that. I’m the