CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: STUNNING THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE

That night, Sabrina took Zara back to the room shortly after, and Jordan Hawthorne also left with Sonny.

On the way, Sonny didn’t forget to put on an act, "Uncle, Zara’s painting seems to be very valuable. Why not let Mommy buy her a new one or compensate her? That way, Auntie Sabrina won’t be mad at me..."

Jordan responded gently, "No need, if it’s broken, it’s broken. It’s not worth much and doesn’t need to be compensated."

He was completely indifferent, thinking Sabrina was making a fuss over nothing.

Even a psychologist couldn’t fix it, what use could a painting be?

Later, after dropping them off, Brooke appeared gentle and grateful, "Jordan, thank you so much. Thank you for helping me take care of Sonny, otherwise, I’d really be too busy to rest assured."

"It’s how it should be."

Jordan also responded gently.

Since he still had unfinished work in hand, he didn’t stay the night and left first.

Before he left, Brooke stopped him, "Jordan, don’t forget tomorrow night’s cocktail party."

Jordan slightly nodded, "Don’t worry, I’ve got it in mind!"

After he left, Brooke took her son into the house.

As soon as the door closed, Sonny had a proud look on his face and said, "Mom, I have good news for you. Tonight, when I went to Dad Hawthorne’s house, that wicked woman quarreled with Dad because I accidentally ruined that fool’s painting. She was so mad and even said she wanted a divorce from Dad!"

"Really?"

Brooke’s eyes lit up as she asked.

Sonny nodded, vividly describing the situation at the time.

Brooke was delighted and proud, praising, "You did a great job!"

Sonny proudly raised his head, "Of course, I haven’t forgotten my mission!"

Brooke smiled, ruffling his hair, her expression inevitably a bit excited.

She hadn’t expected Sabrina to be so foolish and bring up divorce with Jordan herself.

If she didn’t divorce, at least she still held the title of ’Mrs. Hawthorne.’

If they divorced, she’d be nothing at all.

However, that was the result Brooke wanted to achieve; she just didn’t understand why Jordan didn’t agree?

Perhaps the provocation wasn’t enough?

Though Brooke couldn’t wait for them to divorce sooner, she wasn’t in a rush.

Now, with just a curl of her fingers, Jordan would appear before her; sooner or later, he would be hers.

Sabrina, what do you have to fight me with?

Watch as I play you to death!!!

...

The next morning, Sabrina went to the military district as usual to treat the special forces members.

In the afternoon, taking advantage of Zara not noticing, she took the damaged painting out to find someone to restore it.

However, the damage was severe, and Mr. Fitzgerald’s painting skills were remarkable. Even if recolored, it couldn’t return to its original state!

Sabrina was deeply troubled and could only keep it hidden for now.

Luckily, the little one’s attention was temporarily diverted by the harmonica and hadn’t thought to look for the painting.

Sabrina planned to request Mr. Fitzgerald to take the time to paint a new one for Zara the next time she saw him.

That afternoon, she suddenly received a call from Josee Sheffield, asking for a favor, "Tonight, Elder Yates’ granddaughter, Miss Poppy Yates, is hosting a cocktail party. Please attend on my behalf! There’s a medical project that might cooperate with the military, and Poppy Yates is the initiator of this one...

I’m currently in the neighboring city, and I might be late getting back. I’ll have my secretary bring the project proposal to you first."

Sabrina had no objections after hearing this.

She was now closely related to Josee Sheffield in her career, and since he had just helped her so much, she naturally wouldn’t refuse.

In the evening, she was in the dressing room choosing a gown.

It’s ironic to say.

These gown styles were many, mostly custom-made at a high price by someone when Grandma was alive.

But she hardly ever wore them out.

Jordan Hawthorne never took her to any grand occasions, at most she’d show her face at family banquets.

At the moment, she didn’t know where to start, so she consulted her best friend.

Tessa Hughes, with special expertise in this area, came over personally to give her advice.

In the end, Sabrina wore a dress in a pale gold embroidered cheongsam style, a color that wasn’t too eye-catching, with a unique enough design that perfectly outlined her body’s curves.

Tessa also put effort into using a jade hairpin to give her a vintage hairstyle, complemented with exquisite makeup and accessories.

In an instant, a dignified and elegant vintage beauty appeared before her eyes.

Amidst the transfixed glances, there was even an added touch of allure...

Tessa was stunned on the spot.

This beauty... was absolutely stunning!!!

That lousy scumbag Jordan Hawthorne, leaving such a wonderful woman behind to chase wildflowers, surely must be blind as a bat!

...

The night quickly fell.

At Brooke’s residence, Jordan Hawthorne came as promised to take her to the social event.

Originally, Brooke was supposed to be ready early, and as soon as he arrived, they would set off immediately.

But she deliberately delayed, and while putting on her evening gown, she came to Jordan, her face blushing, "Could you help me zip this up? I can’t reach it myself..."

Jordan nodded slightly and came to her back.

The open back clearly revealed a fair expanse, her slender back, stirring one’s imagination.

Jordan’s eyes turned deep, he raised his hand to zip it up, his voice low and husky, saying, "Done."

"Thanks."

She turned around with a smile and said to him.

In turning, she almost twisted her ankle because her heels were too high, nearly falling.

Jordan’s eyes were quick, reaching out to steady her, and ended up pulling her entirely into his arms.

Brooke’s hands pressed against his chest, her face flushed, eyes filled with shyness.

Jordan’s gaze grew darker, the hand on her waist tightening its grip.

Nevertheless, nothing happened between them, and soon they set off from the house.

Because the social event was about to start!

...

The event hosted by The Yates Family was of the highest caliber, the invitees were almost all notable figures in Veridia.

Jordan and Brooke arrived at The Yates Residence at half-past seven in the evening.

The venue was filled with luxury cars, and security was exceptionally strict; one needed an invitation to enter.

Just before entering the banquet hall, Jordan unexpectedly found that his invitation was missing.

He looked around and didn’t see it, finally making a phone call to have a new one sent over.

Once inside, quite a few guests had already arrived.

His appearance almost instantly became the focus of attention.

Although The Hawthorne Family’s status in Veridia wasn’t equal to those old noble houses with hundreds of years of history, it was still the leader of the top five families in the business world.

He himself was renowned for his business acumen, the most prominent figure among the younger generation!

After Old Mrs. Hawthorne passed away, he took complete control, elevating his status to an extraordinary level!

Many guests immediately swarmed over to exchange greetings, showering even Brooke beside him with ample praise.

"Is this Mrs. Hawthorne? Truly as beautiful as the rumors say, indeed a perfect match with President Hawthorne."

"President Hawthorne truly treasures his wife, always bringing her along..."

Praises aside, some people there clearly knew that the woman in front of them was not Mrs. Hawthorne.

But... lately, Jordan often brought Brooke to various events.

Anyone with eyes could see he had a special fondness for her, thus there was much flattery and admiration.

They completely treated the two as a married couple.

Brooke thoroughly enjoyed the acclaim, threading her arm through Jordan’s, her smile exceptionally charming.

Jordan showed no intention of clarifying, calmly dealing with the people approaching him.

However, someone in the crowd exposed the truth, "What Mrs. Hawthorne? She’s not, that’s the Sinclair Family’s daughter, who I heard just returned home after a divorce, and immediately started hooking up with a married man, how shameless..."

"I think they make a great pair, Miss Sinclairs and President Hawthorne are partners, a strong alliance is better, right?"

"Exactly, Miss Sinclairs is so excellent, whereas Mrs. Hawthorne, they say, is just a housewife, how could she compare?"

"A shrew, really? Can she even be presentable?"

"Probably not... President Hawthorne is so outstanding, how could he end up with a shrew?"

"..."

While everyone whispered, the doors of the banquet hall opened once again.

A figure slowly walked in from outside.

Initially, no one paid attention, merely glancing casually.

But once they saw her face, they couldn’t help but have their gazes drawn in.

The newcomer had an unparalleled beauty, her slightly made-up features intricately defined, her shapely figure wrapped in a cheongsam revealing curves, with a waist so slim it seemed it couldn’t bear a grasp.

Her eyes, like autumn waters, with a passing glance, instantly brimmed with charm, captivating souls, yet her aura carried a hint of cold elegance.

An inexplicable sense of untouchable aloofness.

Everyone was suddenly dazzled, their minds wondering: Who is she?

Nobody noticed Brooke’s expression of utter shock.

Others might not recognize her, but she immediately realized it was... Sabrina Hayes!!!

Why would this woman be here???

Jordan was equally surprised, never expecting her to appear here dressed like this...