Never Late, Never Away Chapter 507


    Never Late, Never Away Chapter 507


    On the second floor of the hotel, the banquet hall had been transformed into an exhibition hall. Shelves


    made of ss proudly disyed antiques of various eras in history. As the light shone from the top four


    corners of the shelves, the exhibits shimmered in extravagance.


    Though the auction had not officially begun, the guests were already crowding the hall. At this moment,


    their conversational topics only revolved around exhibits they had their eye on, estimation of the prices,


    and the unveiling of the infamous Ms. Morrison.


    They have met Evelyn, of course. She was a stunner of fair and brightplexion, but also a rose with


    very sharp thorns. Evelyn had rejected more than her fair share of eligible suitors back in the day.


    However, the Morrison family revealed some startling news around five years ago. Evelyn was not


    actually a Morrison but somebody else.


    Though the Morrison family was not what it once was, their influence was still strong within the fabric of


    society. They were arge n within their homestead of Sunshine City, with many sharp eyes


    scrutinizing each and every move they made. As soon as the news of the return of the real Ms.


    Morrison was leaked, the media promptly circted it and caused a frenzy within the city.


    Many wanted a glimpse of this famous young woman given her status and the mystery behind her


    identity. However, the Morrison family did not make any official announcement on her then. After all


    these years, the matter almost vanished from public memory but was once again jolted back by the


    news that Ms. Morrison would be attending the auction.


    That was why aside from the ones who were truly interested in the auction, there were a lot of


    attendees who were just there to get a glimpse of Ms. Morrison. Especially those rich olddies who


    were looking for a wife for their sons.


    “Tell me, what does this Ms. Morrison look like? Evelyn Morrison was not bad looking, but it was her


    attitude that I couldn’t stand.”


    This tastefulment was passed by Mrs. Litt of Dash Technologies. She once intended to be inws


    with the Morrisons through her son. But Evelyn rudely left her aside without evenpleting two


    sentences of conversation.


    Thedy next to her scoffed inwardly. Not a good enough match for you? You were the one who went


    up to her and tried to gain favors, and she ignored you. Now the tables have turned when you heard


    that Evelyn isn’t a Morrison,!


    Though she had these thoughts, she kept them to herself. Instead, she smiled and said, “Yes,


    ording to my observations, this youngdy wouldn’t be too bad looking too. We’ve met Benedict


    Morrison, haven’t we? This girl is his sibling; she would share his good looks too. If she’s to your


    satisfaction, she would be a good match for your son.”


    She didn’t intend to contradict herself in this manner, but her husband had reminded her repeatedly to


    be on Mrs. Litt’s good side before she came to the auction. He was hoping to secure better


    opportunities to do business with Dash Technologies through her connection.


    “We shall wait and see,” Mrs. Litt said. These words have struck a chord in her. She still has not gotten


    over the slight by Evelyn. It ate her up for days. Even worse, she wasn’t able to confide to anyone


    about it.


    As these twodies were predicting what the new Ms. Morrison would be like, the entrance to the


    exhibition hall swung open with amotion. The attendees turned to look towards the door.


    Amidst stupefied stares, a youngdy emerged and walked slowly into the hall.N?velDrama.Org: owner of this content.


    A long skirt of pearl gray adorned her waist. There was a deep V design that unted her slender arms


    and exquisite corbones. From the waist down to her heels, the dress flowed like liquid mercury. The


    back of her attire was bare, which partially exposed her pale back with every step she took and the


    rhythmic sway of her hip.


    Vivian’s outfit was elegant, and it brought out the best in her as she had hoped.


    Vivian clutched Benedict’s arm tightly as they walked. Her heart was thumping wildly with all eyes fixed


    on her.


    She hade prepared, but she could not suppress the mild shiver that came involuntarily. After all,


    her identity was made public knowledge. After today, perhaps her old friends would have gotten the


    news of her return. What would they think if they saw her in the present?