Chapter 45


    After some consideration, I took out the dress from the old tailor shop and paired it with a matching cashmere shawl, then set off.


    The venue was at the Vienna Winery.


    Upon entering, Dous greeted me immediately with a look of amazement.


    "Did I choose the wrong outfit?" I asked worriedly.


    Dous''s voice was low. "No... you look stunning."


    Caroline had once said I was as beautiful as an ice queen. At least, on the surface.


    "No wonder Mr. Irvin has been absent-minded, turns out he had a date with a beauty." Two young men came over to greet us.


    Dous exchanged a few words with them and led me to the lift. At the same time, Bruce was leading Cindy toward us from the opposite direction.


    We bumped into each other at the lift.


    Cindy was dressed in a pink dress, looking like a sweet little princess.


    "Hello, Mr. Irvin, Ms. Fisher. What a coincidence,” she greeted us.


    Dous nced at Bruce. "Are you and Ms. Lane here for your dad''s birthday party?"


    Bruce replied with a question, "Is the Irvin family having a party tonight too?"


    "Yes, I''m here for my cousin’s baby''s celebration,” Dous answered.


    Bruce nodded and said no more.


    Both parties were on the third floor, one on each end of the building. After getting off the lift, we went our separate ways.


    Dous''s rtives were more modest and polite than I had imagined. Besides a few simple greetings, conversations were brief.


    All except for Benjamin Irvin, Dous''s cousin.


    "You have an aura about you, Ms. Fisher. I''m sure your parents have spent a lot to take care of you." Benjamin was probing for my family


    background.


    I wasn''t surprised and quickly excused myself to the washroom.


    After meeting with a few investors


    with Careline, I gradually understood


    that to be epted into the rich


    circle-education, and ability were


    nothing in the face of a goodfamily


    baekground.


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    In the eyes of these rich folks, as long as one mentioned their family background and status, even if it was fleeting, the rich folks would view them in a


    good light.


    It was cruel yet realistic. And I had gotten used to it.


    After sorting out my emotions, I


    quietly left the restroom. All of a.


    sudden, I vaguely felt a pair of eyes


    on me. When I looked up, Bruce was


    leaning against the wall, staring at


    Me.


    His gaze was unfriendly, and I could even make out a hint of aggression behind them.


    I quickly averted my gaze. But before I could make it far, a shadow suddenly loomed over me, blocking my way.


    It was Bruce. As he approached, I noticed his dted pupils and hazy eyes.


    "Using my gift to win over Dous?" he slurred coldly. "Nancy Fisher, you sure are something else.”


    Despite being in public, Bruce stopped me in front of the restroom.


    He was being unreasonable.


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    Iposed myself and patiently


    exined, "Kou gave it to me, Mr.


    Harold. And:-how I use it is none of->


    your business. Or were you ~


    expecting me to give you a full


    report on how your gift is being


    used?’ s


    on


    Bruce was the president of the prestigious Roeval Group. How could he be so petty?


    "Are you doing this on purpose?” He scoffed lightly in my ear.


    I felt annoyed and stared back at him. "Even if I was, what are you going to do about it? Take it back?”


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    Bruce frowned and argued, "What if I did?"


    He clearly had one too many drinks.


    I didn''t want to argue with him and sighed. "If you insist, I''ll buy it from you."


    With that, I tried to brush past him. But he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the restroom.


    I panicked and hurriedly reached for the door handle, only for Bruce to push me against the door.