Chapter 251


    Madeline’s eyes were full of condescension when she heard Elise’s answer. That’s an authentic


    country girl for you—drooling over whatever’s out of her reach! Of course she’d be happy to attend


    after hearing she might get a chance to meet with the world’s number one billionaire. How


    shameless! She then chuckled. “Sure. Do attend the banquet with Alex.” When Madeline finally left,


    Alexander turned to Elise. “I thought you weren’t interested.


    What gives?” She answered, “As she just said, my godfather will be attending the banquet as well! It’s


    been a long time since Ist saw him, so I decided it’s time I meet him again.” Consequently, Alexander


    recalled his mother’s words. I wonder how’d she react if she were to know that the Quentin Fassbender


    that she’s preying on is the godfather of Elise… That’d be a st, wouldn’t it? Nheless, he had no


    intention to reveal the truth to Madeline as he desired for her to eliminate the prejudice she had against


    Elise and learn to ept her wholeheartedly.


    “Let’s go together, then.” Elise nodded. “Let’s!” … SK Group’s anniversary banquet was held in a manor


    that belonged to the Dahlens. The banquet gathered ny percent of celebrated business owners in


    Athesea. Anyone who had gotten the invitation would bring along their loved ones, and that reflected


    just how influential the Dahlens were in the business industry of Athesea. “Greetings, Mrs. Griffith,


    Young Master Alexander.”


    Maxwell Dahlen took the initiative and approached Madeline and Alexander with a warm wee. As


    the owner of the manor, he seemed to have ignored Elise, who was right beside them, as he


    proceeded with his passionate chatter with Madeline. Madeline, who enjoyed being treated with utmost


    respect, revealed a boastful look with a subtle smirk, posing as a noblewoman. Alexander, on the other


    hand, wrapped his arm around Elise’s waist and pulled her close to himself, appearing to be quite


    intimate.


    Seeing that, Maxwell finally noticed Elise’s presence and inquired, “And this is?” As Madeline was


    about to speak, Alexander swiftly replied, “My fiancée.” At his answer, Maxwell couldn’t help but feel


    slightly bewildered. Nevertheless, thanks to the countless experience he garnered from dealing in the


    industry for many years, he was able to cover up his ignorance. “Oh, yes. I’ve heard about your


    engagement, but I’ve never expected her to be such a beauty!


    If I may, which grand family do youe from?” Elise, who had nothing to hide, raised her eyes and


    smilingly answered, “Ie from a prairie. My parents passed away when I was but a girl, and all I had


    left was my grandparents.” Hearing her upfront answer, Maxwell couldn’t help but reveal a knowing


    look. “I’ve heard about young people practicing spiritual affection nowadays, and my skepticism would


    have persisted had I not seen the two of you together.”


    Upon those words, Madeline felt somewhat embarrassed, saying, “They’re just kids. They have a long


    way to go yet.” Whether literally or implied—all of her words suggested her disagreement toward their


    marriage. Maxwell, on the other hand, pretended not to have sensed her meaning and simply notified


    his leave. “Please make yourselves at home, Mrs. Griffith, Young Master Alexander. I’m afraid duty


    calls.” When Maxwell left the conversation, Madeline shot Elise a resentful re.


    If Alexander weren’t present, she would have rebuked the young woman a thousand times over. “Alex,


    Maya’s right there. Should we go and say hi?” Alexander rejected her without a second thought. “Go


    ahead. Elise needs a timeout.” Before Madeline could say anything, he escorted Elise to a resting spot,


    to which thetter questioned, “What’s wrong with you?” Alexander looked her in the eyes and


    suddenly hugged her tight, whispering, “You don’t have to care what my mother has to say, nor do you


    need to care what everyone else thinks.


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    As long as I’m breathing, I’ll always be by your side.” “Mm-hmm,” Elise mumbled as the unhappiness in


    her heart waned. “I know. But you don’t have to be so anxious either. It’s normal for families like yours


    to be into homogamy, and your mother’s dissatisfaction toward me is only rooted from the idea that


    your family is out of mine’s league. Regardless, as long as we’re in love with each other, nothing else


    matters.”


    “That’s right. Remember that as long as we’re in love with each other, people who wish to split us apart


    can only dream on. You know what, Elise? I’ve always had this thought—why are you only eighteen? If


    only you were already twenty, I would have married you and brought you home.” Immediately, Elise


    blushed and punched his chest. “Stop it!” “I’m serious. Let’s get married as soon as you turn twenty,


    okay?”


    She grew bashful at his request. All this time, she had always pictured herself as a kid, and talking


    about marriage could sometimes stupefy her. “That’ll depend on your performance.” Alexander


    earnestly nodded. “I won’t let you down.” “Mhm.” She was satisfied with his answer. The next second,


    she finally realized the curious gazes directed toward them, and hastily pushed Alexander away. “Okay,


    that’s enough.


    Everyone’s looking at us.” Yet, Alexander didn’t seem to care about it. “It’s not illegal to embrace my


    own fiancée, is it? Plus, it’s not illegal for them to watch us either, so it’s out of our control.” “But it’s


    embarrassing!” Caressing her head, he replied, “Then we shall continueter.” While they were


    conversing, Madeline had found Maya. “Maya!” Enthusiastically, Maya approached her with a hug.


    “Godmother, you’re here! Is Alex here with you?”


    “Yup, he’s right there.” Under Madeline’s guide, she turned to the direction, only to see Alexander


    benignly staring at Elise. She couldn’t help but feel envious of the person whom he was looking at with


    his bewitching gaze. If only I was the one he’s looking at… “Here’s a gift for you, Maya.” As Madeline


    said that, she pulled out an elegant box, to which Maya quickly withdrew her eyes. “You’ve given me so


    many gifts, Godmother…”


    “Oh, silly girl, don’t be so courteous with me.” Swiftly, she shoved the gift onto Maya’s palm. “Alex is a


    slow one when ites to rtionships. If you want to impress him, perhaps you cane visit us


    more frequently, even if it’s only to have a chat with me.” “Thank you, Godmother.” “Right! Didn’t you


    say Fassbender’sing too? Where is he?” Madeline quizzed as if she was mindlessly blurting


    questions.


    Despite that, Maya could easily read her mind. After all, none from families like theirs would care about


    emotional attachment; it was always about benefits. “Uncle Quentin will arrive a littleter. He’s


    probably en route as we speak.” Hearing Maya addressing Quentin as “Uncle Quentin,” Madeline


    couldn’t help but wonder how deep the connection between the Dahlens and the Fassbenders went.


    For a mighty figure like Quentin, who would never attend an ordinary banquet, to attend the Dahlens’


    banquet would mean that he shared a healthy, terrific rtionship with them. “I’ll be honest, Maya. We,


    the Griffiths, wish to expand our business worldwide, and we know your Uncle Quentin’s business is


    developing pretty good out there, so I’d like to ask for a favor—could you perhaps introduce me to


    him?”


    Maya was stunned by Madeline’s straightforwardness. To be fair, she wasn’t exactly close with


    Quentin, nor was she sure whether he would even attend the banquet. All the words she had uttered


    was solely to impress Madeline by using Quentin’s name. “It’s not that I’m unwilling to help you,


    Godmother, but Uncle Quentin’s a busy man. How about this? I can bring you to him shortly after, but


    that’s all I’m able to help you with.”


    Madeline was pleased by Maya’s reply. After all, Quentin was not a typical man whom one could easily


    meet with during normal days. Now, thanks to Maya’s connection, things were rather convenient for


    Madeline. “Thank you, Maya! Don’t worry. I’ll remember everything you did for me.”


    Maya responded with a subtle smile, though her heart was enjoying the sensation of being ingratiated.


    She then added, “Uncle Quentin’s a kind man. He onceplimented the art I made, and even told my


    dad that he would consider taking me in as his goddaughter.” Quentin Fassbender’s goddaughter—an


    identity every woman would die to have. Although Quentin was an international billionaire, he didn’t


    have a child of his own blood.


    If one were to be recognized by him as his goddaughter, it would mean more than just being his


    goddaughter. It would be an iconic identity, and possibly a gateway to the Fassbenders’ limitless


    wealth. Madeline was dumbfounded, her eyes wide and still. “Did he really say that, Maya?”