Chapter 358:Windfall


    Scarlett‘s POV:


    The car soon arrived at the hotel. Charles was the first to disembark from the car. Meanwhile, I was sitti


    ng in the backseat, staring out the window and looking at the gate surrounded by media personnel. And


    as I looked at them all, I felt reluctant to leave the car.


    Most of the guests today were celebrities, some of whom I‘d only seem on the news before.


    I wondered if I could actually handle being at an asion such as this one.


    The following moment, the car‘s door opened up and a hand reached out to me from


    outside. Seeing it made my heart skip a beat.


    “Come, hold my hand and be careful on your way out.”


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    Charles was standing right in front of me with his back towards the light. His hand was suspended in mi


    dair, and he wore a stoic expression.


    Reporters and paparazzi were squeezing their way past each other, and moving in on us like hounds. F


    ortunately, the bodyguards stopped them before they could get any closer. The only thing visible


    in Charles‘ eyes from the start until the very end was my reflection.


    ‘This is a show... It‘s just theatrics.‘


    Gradually, I calmed down and held Charles‘ hand. He gripped my hand the moment I touched his, and


    shielded my head with his other hand.


    While I was holding his hand, I showed up in front of everyone wearing a bright smile, and I nodded


    at the media personnel as a greeting.


    “Charles, Scarlett, you‘re finally here. I‘ve been standing her for too long that my legs have started to h


    urt. Come on! Help me greet our guests. Lawrence and I will


    go inside and say hello to the other guests.”


    Alice waved at


    us and weed us warmly. Upon our arrival at the gate, she held Lawrence‘s arm and they walked int


    o the hall, leaving me and Charles staring at each other.


    “Please, do her this favor. After all, it‘s Grandpa‘s birthday. As part of the younger generation, it‘s our du


    ty to wee the guests,” Charles whispered in my ear.


    Indeed, it was my duty to wee guests for Michael.


    I didn‘t object to the task at hand and stayed outside in


    the cold breeze along with Charles to greet the guests.


    But I soon regretted this decision. As time went by, more and more guests arrived. I was merely noddin


    g and smiling at them, but those were enough to exhaust me. My shoulders had grown numb, and my l


    egs became stiff because of how cold it was.


    Spencer and Vivian arrivedte. She was wearing a dark blue strapless evening dress, which matched


    his blue velvet suit quite well.


    “Honey, we‘re here!” Vivian greeted me.


    “Spencer, bro,e here.” Charles beckoned Spencer toe closer, visibly upset. “Why on earth are


    youte?”


    “Uh... well... Bro. I can‘t get into specifics, but it‘s something between couples.” Spencer elbowed Charl


    es gently; his face turning red.


    I noticed that the veins on Charles‘ temple were about to pop.


    “Scarlett won‘t be able to stand out here for too long. Help me entertain the guests,” Charlesmand


    ed Spencer.


    Afterwards, he took off his suit jacket and draped it over me before putting his hand on my waist.


    The coat he put on me smelled of sandalwood. The scent wafted into my nose and it made me feel dizz


    y. His arm on my waist felt powerful. I couldn‘t break free from his grasp, so I had to walk on with him.


    When we entered the banquet hall, I finally felt warmer.


    Charles led me through the crowded hall and into the presidential suite upstairs. There, I sat on the sof


    a wearily, letting out a wapier 350 windrani sigh of relief.


    Suddenly, he took off my high–heeled shoes. When his warm fingers touched my cold ankles, I


    quickly retracted my feet as though they had been scalded by hot water.


    “What


    are you doing?” I asked, visibly flummoxed. Charles took out a pair of sneakers from the shoe cab.


    “It won‘t be good for your ankles to wear high heels for too long. Change into these shoes. They‘re mor


    efortable,” he said.


    “What? Absolutely not!”


    Evening dress and sneakers? Who would wear like that at the party like tonight? I don‘t want to look lik


    e a fool in public!


    “Just hurry up! The elders will be here soon to urge us to go downstairs.” Charles held the sneakers to


    wards me while looking


    directly into my eyes. | curled up on the sofa, refusing him in silence.


    “Your ankles must feel numb from the cold. It‘s gonna hurt and you won‘t be able to sleep for the rest of


    the night.” Charles‘ face turned grim. “I don‘t care! I‘m not going to wear those,” Iretorted, crossing my l


    egs.


    “Since


    you‘re not willing to wear them yourself, I‘ll have to help you.” Charles got down on one knee, grabbed


    my ankle, and straightened out my leg.


    “No! Charles, let me go!” The paining from my ankle made me want to struggle.


    “Stop moving! If you keep moving, I‘m going to kiss you,” he warned.


    “How dare you?” I shot him a re.


    “Oh, you think I won‘t do it? Resist again and I‘ll do something even worse. Try me!”


    ‘God, this hoodlum! He‘s impossible!‘ I remarked inwardly.


    Charles had always been a man of his word, so I dared not act rashly again. My only choice was to let


    him put the sneakers on for me.


    I remained seated on the sofa, feeling so resentful that I wanted to throw my high–


    heeled shoes at his face.


    Finally, Charles was done putting on the sneakers for me, and he even put some warm patches on my le


    At this moment, I was wearing


    his ck coat, a gorgeous evening dress, a pair of sneakers, and several warm patches on my leg. I bra


    In the hall, Grandpa was already giving a speech onstage. The moment he saw me and Charlesing


    “Thank you all foring to my birthday party today. Originally, I didn‘t want to host such a grand party.


    While he was giving an impassioned speech onstage, Grandpa waved at me and said, “Scarlett,e h


    All of a sudden, all eyes were on me. I pinched the corner of my coat, feeling awkward.


    ‘This is all Charles‘ fault! I probably look really awful right now.‘


    Faced with everyone‘s surprised gazes, Charles put his arm around my waist and walked with me towar


    “My granddaughter–


    iw, Scarlett, is the only reason why the Moore family is able to have new members. Thus, I‘ve decide


    The audience burst into an uproar and thunderous apuse.


    Everyone was so amazed by the incredibly generous gift that


    Michael bestowed upon me. They cast envious gazes at me. Meanwhile, I was still trying to process wha


    “Charles, what did Grandpa mean by that?” I asked Charles in confusion.


    Calmly, he looked into my eyes and whispered to my ear, “It‘s just a gift from the elders. Nothing to be w


    “Of course, I did. This is the project that I‘ve been recently working on,” he responded.


    “Are you crazy?”


    I was ck–jawed in awe. Icey once told me that the new project Charles was


    handling was worth at least ten billion dors.


    “Scarlett, the Moore family isn‘tcking in money,” he said. His casual tone made me feel like he didn‘t g


    billion dor project as a gift, and instead just gave out a dor to a beggar on the roadside.


    It was a windfall worth ten billion dors. Anyone would


    be confused and amazed at the same time. I clutched my purse and remembered that there was a docu