Chapter 877
Chapter 880:
“Interpret it however you please. Let’s go. Remember, I am your esteemed companion for the night.”
With that, she hooked her arm through Raul’s, swaying to the rhythm of the melodious music.
Her white fingers and slender arms captivated Raul’s gaze. His throat constricted momentarily, prompting him to clear it awkwardly before following her into the banquet hall.
Bettina matched Raul’s steps, her eyes darting nervously as if searching for someone.
In truth, she had encouraged Raul to come with her.
After all, this was the Royal Garden Corporation, his workplace.
Uncertain whether he would actually attend tonight, Bettina couldn’t help but harbor a sliver of fear. Fear rarely took root in her heart—except when it came to him.
The thought unsettled her, intensifying her nervousness.
Still, she couldn’t avoid what lay ahead.
As anticipated, near the entrance to the banquet hall, Bettina’s eyes landed on a familiar figure.
It was Bart.
The vice president of Royal Garden Corporation stood draped in a black tuxedo, a glass of amber champagne in hand. A pair of gold-rimmed spectacles lent him an air of gentility—though Bettina alone knew the depths of his malevolence.
Bart caught sight of Bettina and Raul, their arms intertwined.
A flicker of cruelty danced across his eyes.
“How dare she,” Bart thought.
Simultaneously, Bettina’s gaze fell upon Bart, causing her eyes to narrow as she unconsciously tightened her grip on Raul’s arm.
𝕍𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠:
Raul, perplexed by the sudden tightening, voiced his concern.
“What’s wrong?”
“Oh, nothing,” Bettina responded, her voice tinged with unease. “I suddenly feel as though there are so many people here tonight.” Bettina cleared her throat, averting her gaze to the ground as her discomfort lingered.
“Really? Not at all.”
Raul, growing even more puzzled, couldn’t fathom the reason behind her unusual behavior. After all, Bettina, being a businesswoman, was accustomed to interacting with various individuals. There seemed to be no valid grounds for her to act this way. However, upon reflection, he surmised that Bettina might be feeling pressured due to the presence of the old distinguished and esteemed members of the Royal Garden Corporation in attendance.
“It’s okay. I’m here. I’ll introduce you to the guests later,” Raul offered, gently patting the back of Bettina’s hand to provide reassurance.
“Okay,” Bettina replied, her gaze fixed upon her shoes.
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