Chapter 13


    Chapter 13 Congrattions, Mr. Smith


    “I just can’t bear to part with you.”


    Wendy tenderly clung to Joe’s arm, the heart-shaped red birthmark on her snow-white skin bing


    more pronounced.


    A nameless irritation welled up inside Joe. He nced at Wendy, “You don’t seem well. Perhaps you


    should rest.”


    “But…” Wendy’s eyes widened in surprise, “Didn’t we agree to announce our engagement?”


    Joe thought of Sir Smith’s stubborn stance and felt a


    headacheing on. He didn’t know what Mia had said to his grandfather to make him so determined


    to ept only this granddaughter-inw.


    He said firmly, “I’ll talk to Grandpa. You go rest.”


    Knowing he wouldn’t change his mind, Wendy reluctantly followed the waiter out. Before leaving, she


    shot Mia a venomous nce.


    She couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.


    She found a secluded corner and made a discreet phone call.


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    Due to David’s high-profile appearance, everyone assumed


    Mia was hispanion. Her previous entrance with Frank was dismissed as a misunderstanding.


    Other than some sourments about the White family’s daughter, who could still catch the attention


    of the Johnson family after leaving the Smiths, no one questioned Mia’s identity.


    Mia discreetly messaged Frank to rece her in presenting the gift from the Horizon Group and then


    yed along as David’s


    partner.


    David was delighted with the arrangement.


    People were astonished to see Mr. Johnson, who had always disdained socializing, enthusiastically


    moving through the crowd with hispanion, even “identally” letting slip news of his engagement.


    Mia, unable to bear it any longer, pinched him hard at his waist, quenching his enthusiasm.


    Joe’s anger grew, and Jack mentally elevated Mia’s status even higher.


    Only when the banquet was over did Joe confront David, who was preparing to leave with Mia.


    “What does Mr. Smith want with my fiancée?” David asked and his smile was not quite reaching his


    eyes.


    As David had always been a little rogue and Joe was very disciplined, the two were at opposite


    extremes and rarely interacted.


    Considering their equal status, David was not at all intimidated by Joe, and a sense of rivalry was


    evident.


    Joe ignored David’s hostility and simply said to Mia, “We need to talk.”


    Mia pushed David aside and replied calmly, “There’s nothing to discuss between us, Mr. Smith. The


    person you’re waiting for is over there.”


    She looked pointedly at Wendy.


    Wendy stood nearby, red-eyed, clutching her stomach, looking like a forsaken wife.


    This sight seemed both ironic and amusing to Mia.


    Joe said indisserently, “Come here, Mia.”


    His imposing manner and oppressive gaze might have forced a lesser person toply.


    But not Mia or David.


    “What do you think you’re doing?” David stepped between them, his eyes zing with anger.


    How could Joe appear so arrogantly before Mia and issue orders


    after the way he had hurt her?


    Just as a fight seemed imminent, Mia pulled David back.


    After shooting him an angry nce, she said softly to Joc, “Today is Sir Smith’s birthday. Let’s not make


    a scene.”


    As the tension between them grew, many eyes turned their way. Mia didn’t want her first appearance


    back home to be marred by a spectacle.


    “We indeed have nothing to talk about.” She lifted a ss of champagne and toasted Joe. “Mr. Smith,


    congrattions on your expectant wife and the joy of a new child.”


    “I don’t like the way you talk to me,” Joe said coldly, disliking this new, spiky version of Mia, who used


    to put him first in everything.


    Mia smiled, “But I like it. If you can’t adapt, Mr. Smith, you can leave.”


    “Mia White,” Joe suddenly grabbed her wrist, his dark eyes turbulent, “Don’t challenge my limits.”