Chapter 118
“I’ve prepared a gift for her. You can take it with you when the time comes,” Ophelia said. “That boy from the Quinlan family… His status may be lacking, but this is ultimately the Swanson family’s matter.
“I just hope the two of them can be happy.”
As Ophelia spoke, her gaze seemed fixed on Hendrix, as if waiting for his reaction.
But Hendrix remained calm, responding only with a brief um“.
Beatrice, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke up, “Noelle will probably be at the engagement banquet, right?”
That name was rarely mentioned in Freeman Manor anymore, but as soon as Beatrice said it, the other two in the room slightly frowned.
“Isn’t she no longer connected to the Swanson family?” Ophelia asked, glancing at Hendrix.
Hendrix continued eating without a change in expression, the slight furrow in his brows fading as though it had never been there.
Beatrice replied, “There will be many media at the event. Regardless of the situation, the Swanson family will certainly maintain appearances.”
“Mm, that’s true.”
“So, I suggest Hendrix doesn’t attend,” Beatrice continued. “I’ll deliver the gift myself.” She turned to Hendrix, as if waiting for his opinion.
Hendrix didn’t respond.
Ophelia nodded slowly. “That works. After all, it’s just an engagement. It doesn’t matter who goes.”
“I’m done eating,” Hendrix said, setting down his utensils just as Ophelia finished speaking.
“And for the weekend…”
“Arrange it however you like,” Hendrix interrupted as if the matter wasn’t worth further discussion. “I have some work at the company, so I’ll head out first.”
With that, he stood up.
Ophelia watched his departing figure with a frown. When she turned back, she saw that Beatrice had resumed eating, as though nothing had happened.
The weekend arrived quickly.
The engagement banquet was held at the Quinlan family’s private residence.
White banquet tables were arranged neatly, and an elegant archway was adorned with fresh flower petals.
Since it was an engagement party, Sandra didn’t wear a wedding dress. Instead, she chose a light blue evening gown that perfectly accentuated her figure.
Her makeup, typically light and fresh, was now bold with winged eyeliner, red lips, and a polished look that gave her a sultry yet refined appearance.
Maxwell stood by her side as they
of her hand amid the cheers, rings, surrounded by the guests‘ blessings. He gently kissed the back
This moment would appear on the front pages of countless media outlets.
Throughout the entire process, Sandra maintained a flawless smile.
Once the group photo session ended, she immediately looked toward the entrance. It was as if fate had timed it perfectly, as Hendrix entered just then.
Sandra’s eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Ignoring the crowd and even Maxwell, she lifted her gown and walked briskly toward Hendrix, her steps quick and filled with impatience. But her pace slowed when she saw who was standing next to him.
“Ms. Sandra, congratulations!” Yvonne, standing beside Hendrix, greeted her with a soft smile.
Sandra didn’t respond. She simply turned her gaze upward at Hendrix.
Her attire today was dazzling, and she was the star of the evening, drawing the gaze of everyone present.
