CHAPTER 60: WHO IS THE LADY WITH YOU?

"Mr. Marson, who is this young lady?

Would you care to introduce?"

A man in his forties wearing glasses examined Beauty, causing Lucas to contort his face into a grin.

Beauty could tell that the man must be a big shot from some company.

After all, only the most successful businessmen could afford to carry such a demeanor.

CEOs as handsome as Lucas, who could stir up the wrath of gods and men alike, could only exist on TV.

"She is my companion for the evening, and the image spokesperson for our company."

What?!

When did she agree to be the image spokesperson for his company?!

Beauty gritted her teeth, her almond eyes wide as she glared at him, her face flushed with anger.

Totally indifferent to her present expression, Lucas let go of her hand and approached another woman.

The woman, bewitching sleek, had dark hair obscuring her eyes.

She was dressed in a dream-like purple evening gown.

Her face, like a melon seed shell; her features, both delicate and ravishing, incredibly attractive.

"Lucas, who is that young lady from earlier?

When you walked the red carpet together, you looked like a perfectly matched pair — a talent and a beauty made in heaven!"

Cassandra, with her fluttering tresses resting on her fragrant shoulders and teasing eyes fixated on Lucas, approached demurely, her smile soft and warm.

"Her?

She’s the girl I adopted, and will be the image spokesperson for our company’s youth accessory line in the future."

Lucas turned his face and casually lifted an eyebrow at Beauty, who seemed to have been left alone in a corner, lost in her own world.

The bright, dazzling light rested on her head, casting a pitiful silhouette — a sight that could not help but stir a sliver of compassion in the observer.

"What?

You won’t introduce me to her?

I’ve been asking to meet you lately, but you’ve been avoiding it.

Turns out you’ve found a new interest, and even adopted... Interesting."

Cassandra spoke while dragging him by the arm towards Beauty.

Everyone around looked intrigued, afraid to miss a good show.

Beauty, holding a glass of champagne, sat in the corner, propping up her single hand on the table and daydreaming.

Her bright cold gaze wanders subtly, while her left hand casually taps the table rhythmically.

"Hey, may I sit with you?"

With seductive eyes, Cassandra scrutinized Beauty, a faint smile revealing in her ink-black eyes, while gripping tightly onto Lucas’s arm.

Beauty gave a slight nod.

For her, having one more person isn’t necessarily troublesome, as being alone with Lucas may cause her to suffocate.

A waiter quickly poured wine into their glasses, then excusing himself politely.

Lucas’s gaze fell on the other champagne glass in Beauty’s hand.

With a mischievous grin, he said, "Didn’t I tell you to drink as much as possible at a banquet?

Just look around, besides you, who else has white champagne in their glass?"

Stunned, Beauty wished to explain and refute, but ended up gulping down her words.

She had no right to explain in front of Lucas.

Suddenly, she felt an uncomfortable cramp in her stomach.

Counting the days, she suspects it’s her period, but she doesn’t have any sanitary pads at hand.

Her biggest fear now is to embarrass herself in front of all these people.

"If by chance her dress gets dirty, it won’t just be her face that’s lost, Lucas will probably flay her alive."

"Beauty, let me toast to you first.

I’ve heard you’ve been adopted by Lucas, so from now on, you’re my dear sister."

Cassandra raised her goblet as she spoke, exuding elegance as she drained the red wine in one gulp.

With gentle eyes, she gazed towards Beauty, her lips curving ever so slightly.

Seeing Beauty hesitate for a moment, the smile on Cassandra’s face tucked into the corners of her eyes, her delicate lips pursing slightly.

Looking towards Lucas, "It seems my face carries little weight, she isn’t willing to give me a face."

Biting her teeth, Beauty managed to bear with the throbbing pain in her stomach.

With an elegant pose and a smile on her face, she tilted her head back and downed the bright liquid in her cup, her manner graceful and composed.

Taking advantage of the time when Lucas was called to chat with those big shots, Beauty made several trips to the bathroom, and was about to collapse using the door frame to support her body.

As soon as she came out of the restroom, she saw Drake, dressed in a white suit, and his face turned red.

"Aren’t you the girl Lucas adopted?

Are you feeling unwell?

" Seeing Beauty clutching her stomach and looking uncomfortable, Drake folded his arms across his chest, and looked at her with a top-down gaze, with his sword-like eyebrows slightly lifted.

"No... I might have eaten something wrong.

By the way, do you know where Director Sarah is?

I’ve been looking for her for a long time but haven’t found her."

Speaking of Sarah, Drake’s face suddenly changed, his previously half-smiling face instantly dropped, his cold eyes fixed on Beauty.

"Why are you looking for her?

She, the director, and she is busy accompanying those business tycoons!

There’s no time to play with a girl like you.

But if you really need her, I can help call her over for you.

It’s annoying to see her flirting with those old men..."

The last sentence was almost said in a voice that only Drake himself could hear.

Beauty was suffering from a terrible stomachache at this moment, and was extremely impatient.

She didn’t care about any of this and heard only that he would help call Sarah.

She was overjoyed.

Immediately holding her waist, she laughed,

"Thank you, Uncle Drake.

Please hurry up, I urgently need to find Director Sarah."

Before she finished speaking, Drake had already run out of sight.

Finally, he had an excuse to pull Sarah out of those old lecherous men’s circles.

He had endured it for a long time!

At this moment, Sarah, in her goose-yellow evening dress, was navigating through those big shots, and she had already lost count of how many whiskeys she had in her hand.

Those old men never gave her a chance to breathe, all harboring the idea of having swan meat.

All of a sudden, her arm was gripped tightly, and Drake, his face pale, pulled her out of the crowd, his eyes burning red.