Chapter 439


    Everyone knew their hotel’s junior ballroom was the best among London’s five-star hotels, hence


    advanced booking was necessary.


    It wasn’t because the hotel didn’t want to honor the spirit of the contract, but money speaks louder than


    actions.


    Mary looked intimidating as she spoke through gritted teeth, “What did you say?”


    You gave my junior ballroom to someone else?


    Are you kidding me?


    Her body shook in anger and she said in a shrill voice, “Is this the kind of service a five-star hotel


    should have? I booked it first. How dare you give it to someone else? I’m going to lodge aint!”


    She had already promised her circle of socialites that she would hold a party for them at the junior


    ballroom, only to find out that the venue had been given to someone else.


    Any sane person would be angry.


    Moreover, this was her first private party as a host. She dreaded being ridiculed by those bluebloods


    and felt like she was making a fool of herself.


    How could they? I’m the daughter of a Count. Mary’s chest heaved as she unleashed her inner vixen.


    “Who is it? Who disrupted my party? I demand an exnation from that person!”


    “Ms. Canter, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” the manager couldn’t help but exim at the thought of


    that man, “He’s a very important person.”


    “And I’m the daughter of the Count of Maredania. Am I not important?” Mary snapped and headed


    towards the elevator.


    Penelope scolded the hotel manager angrily, “How could you give the junior ballroom to someone


    else?”


    At this moment, a few youngsters suddenly walked towards the elevator while having a merry


    conversation.


    Penelope looked up and saw a familiar figure sh before her eyes.


    Ashlyn? No, that can’t be.


    How could I run into that jinx in such a sophisticated ce?


    Penelope’s line of sight was blocked as the elevator’s doors closed. She didn’t manage to get a good


    look at the figure.


    The junior ballroom was located at the top of the hotel. The elevator soon reached the top level.


    Mary and Penelope stormed out of the elevator. Right at that moment, the doors of the other elevator


    opened and out walked a few youngsters.


    “Boss, this is it. Our biggest shareholder is in this banquet hall.”


    The leader of the group was a tall and slenderdy dressed in a Starry Sky gown. She looked like an


    elegant and pretty angel.


    Her head was slightly tilted as she listened to the people around her talk, while her beauty and


    commanding presence shone through the silver mask she was wearing.


    “A-Ashlyn!”


    Mary widened her eyes in shock. She could recognize Ashlyn no matter what disguise she put on after


    having lived with her for so many years.


    Why is that bi*** here?


    Is she the one who snatched away my junior ballroom?


    No, that’s impossible!


    At the moment, Penelope had also recognized Ashlyn. She tightened her grip around Mary’s arms.


    “Mom, it really is Ashlyn!”


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    Her eyes weren’t ying tricks on her just now, it really was Ashlyn without a doubt.


    Ashlyn nced at the mother-daughter pair briefly when she heard those familiar piercing voices. She


    passed them by without pausing and headed towards the junior ballroom.


    Mary’s mind went into a frenzy. She couldn’t believe it. How could she? She was already back to being


    the Count’s daughter, but why was Ashlyn still disrupting her ns?


    She refused to ept this fate!


    Mary ditched Penelope and strode towards Ashlyn with a heavyyer of makeup on her face.


    Meanwhile, Ashlyn and her colleagues were presenting their invitation cards at the junior ballroom’s


    entrance.


    Suddenly, a tight pnded on Ashlyn’s cheeks like a fierce whirlwind.


    Ashlyn took a step backward and grabbed her attacker’s wrist. Her icy gazended on Mary, who was


    steaming mad and looked menacing.