At night, Yuehao Hotel.
After the wedding ceremony, there was a prepared dinner party where all the dignitaries of the whole S city would appear, so there was a group of reporters squatting outside, scrambling to get headlines.
A limited edition Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the hotel and the waiter rushed to welcome them.
Blanca Roach walked out of the car holding Matthew Grant, with a smile that curved just right at the corners of her mouth, wearing a custom-made dress that accentuated her figure and temperament just right.
The two stood together no matter the aura or face value are very compatible.
The reporters’ cameras never left their bodies at all, and the sound of the limelight and cameras caused a lot of commotion.
People inside the hotel also looked at the entrance intentionally or unintentionally to see what kind of person could cause such a big commotion.
The moment Matthew Grant and Blanca Roach entered the room, they attracted a lot of attention, whether it was jealousy or envy or simply watching, all wanting to burn a few holes in Blanca Roach’s body.
Shelly saw the two entering at once and her jealousy grew wildly.
Originally the position next to Matthew Grant should be hers, but now Blanca Roach has stolen it, the scenery and identity are hers.
She was not willing and could not be willing.
This kind of dinner is ostensibly for the wedding, but in fact most people come for the entertainment.
After all, this dinner party is attended by Matthew Grant, usually squeeze through the head can not see, today must seize the opportunity.
Matthew Grant glanced at a few waves of people in the distance, lowered his head in Blanca Roach’s ear, and lowered his voice.
“I’m going to socialize for a bit, are you going?”
“No, you know I don’t like those.” Blanca shook her head and gestured to the adjacent lounge area, “I’ll wait for you over there.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a bit.”
Matthew Grant’s lips lifted slightly as he reached out and rubbed the swirl of her hair, beckoned the waiter and headed in the other direction with his glass of wine.
Blanca Roach walked over to the lounge area and took a few sips from a glass of juice, watching the comings and goings with bemusement.
“Miss Roach.”
Shelly watched Matthew Grant leave, forcing down her emotions, and came over with a glass of wine and a smile on her face.
Blanca Roach saw her visitor and her alarm bells went off again, and her face changed slightly.
This is not the “bad girl” who came to her door to dig her out!
She hooked the corner of her mouth, smiled perfunctorily, and spoke lightly: “Miss Shelly, you’d better call me Mrs. Grant, I think Matthew Grant should also like to be called that.”
A single sentence instantly made her own and Matthew Grant’s attitude clear in front of Shelly.
The corner of Shelly’s mouth stiffened for a moment, but she remained polite and decent, holding out her glass to Blanca Roach, deliberately avoiding the word “Mrs. Grant”.
“I just thought I’d stop by and say hello, after all the years I’ve known Matthew.”
“Really?”
Blanca Roach narrowed her eyes and took a sip from her glass, ignoring her words with a look of indifference.
“Matthew Grant told me that if you hadn’t come, he would have forgotten about you, it seems to be a really long time to know each other.”