Chapter 815
Conroy walked onto the stage, his enthusiasm evident as he approached Eileen and Leyla. He patted Eileen’s shoulder warmly and began to recount the incredible story of how Eileen had been found after being missing for years.
However, Eileen’s attention was piqued by Conroy’s mention of two pieces of joyful news.
One of them was clearly her return, but she had no idea what the other one was.
Leyla patted her wrist and whispered, “Let him finish. We’ll decide what to do next anyway.”
In other words, Conroy’s words held power.
After a lengthy speech, Conroy finally announced the second piece of good news. “Everyone, my wife longed to see our daughter one last time before she passed away, but sadly, that wasn’t possible. Now that my daughter has returned, I must take responsibility for her as her father. Considering Eileen’s age, I want to find her a suitable match.”
Eileen was dumbfounded. She felt it was a good thing that she hadn’t asked Bryan to attend the banquet today. Otherwise, he would have likely made a scene in the Vazquez Mansion and silenced Conroy instantly.
Eileen noticed that the guests now looked at her with anticipation, clearly wanting to get close to the Vazquez family through her.
Yet, she was already a married woman!
“Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. What I mean is, if anyone knows a suitable young man, maybe we could talk. I’m confident good news will follow soon.” As Conroy finished speaking, the crowd erupted in applause.
Gianna also stepped onto the stage and spoke briefly. Then, the banquet officially commenced.
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Gianna attempted to introduce Eileen to the guests, but Leyla intervened. “Stay, Eileen. Let them come to us,” Leyla said, guiding Eileen to a seat, expecting guests to approach them on their own initiative.
Gianna and Conroy exchanged a glance and then left to mingle with the guests.
The guests were perceptive, and noticing Eileen and Leyla seated, they began to approach to introduce themselves.
Some sought to make friends with the influential Vazquez family. Others were hoping to secure an advantageous match for their eligible sons.
“My son is twenty-nine, a graduate of a prestigious foreign university…”
Leyla dismissed the speaking guest with a wave of her hand.
“Too young. Eileen needs a husband, not a child.” Eileen struggled to stifle a smile at the remark. At just over thirty, she was only a few years older than the man; the age gap didn’t warrant such a drastic label.
“This one’s not suitable; his unattractive features might taint Eileen’s good genes.”
“And this one, too; he appears dim-witted.”
“This one’s physique is unbalanced—short legs and a long torso. Eileen has a perfect figure; they’re clearly not a match.”
“And this one’s even worse. He’s thirty-five, correct? Don’t you think he is too old for Eileen?”
Eileen was left speechless. In fact, the man was only two years older than her.