The main venue is full of clothes and shades.
Blanca Roach had an exquisite smile on her face that was impeccable.
She handed out a round of her business cards and was slightly tired before she returned to the sofa and looked at Matthew Grant who was sitting on the chair.
Matthew Grant had also just finished dealing with a lot of people who came up to him.
The President Grant, and Charles White, has a company with him, and many people in the city are waiting to get in touch with him.
Blanca Roach picked up the juice next to her and took a sip.
“Are you here for the wedding, or are you here to meet people?” Matthew Grant saw a thin layer of sweat forming on the tip of his wife’s nose and tugged her off in pain.
He sat Blanca Roach down beside him and carefully took a piece of paper from the side and wiped the sweat from her nose.
Blanca Roach smiled and rested her head on Matthew Grant’s shoulder.
“Of course I’m here for the party, but since I’m here, I can’t go back empty-handed, can I.”
“Hmm?”
Blanca Roach got excited and tugged Matthew Grant to look at the men in the room, “Matthew Grant, look, all the men in the room are actually wearing jewelry, and I did some research before I came here, and although the women prefer to buy jewelry and bags and spend money on investing in themselves, in reality Men’s watches and rings are, in fact, worth a lot of money.”
Blanca Roach couldn’t resist talking eloquently.
She feels more and more that Cecelia’s offer before was really good and simply opened up another world for herself.
Women’s money is indeed the best, but men’s money is not hard to earn either
On the contrary, they buy more for quality.
Blanca Roach told Matthew Grant about her business concept and ideas, and her eyes lit up when she talked about her plans for afterwards, and the girl’s confidence was particularly beautiful.
“Okay, I get it.” Matthew Grant, however, was a little upset, and he took control of Blanca Roach’s hands, his warm, broad palms holding Blanca Roach’s shoulders to make her look at himself.
Matthew Grant’s dark, deep eyes stared intently at Blanca Roach.
“Although your idea is good and reasonable, is it not appropriate to look at another man in front of your own husband?”
Matthew Grant’s voice was low and raspy, with a hint of jealousy.
Blanca Roach, as an afterthought, noticed that Matthew Grant was jealous, and she held back her laughter, “Matthew Grant, I’m doing this for work … you shouldn’t even be jealous of this.”
“How can’t you eat it?” Matthew Grant wrinkled his brow.
The two were very close, their breaths intertwined.
Blanca Roach was the first to bear it, and she immediately shook her head, then looked away from herself.
Matthew Grant moved closer to her and lowered his voice in Blanca Roach’s ear, “I don’t care, you just can’t look at other men in front of me anyway.”
Matthew Grant’s hand tightened around Blanca Roach’s fingers.
Blanca Roach felt the man’s strength, she pursed her lips, vaguely responded, “Okay, okay, I’m not looking at other men, I’m only looking at you, okay.”
“That’s more like it.”
Matthew Grant dotingly stretched out his index finger and scratched Blanca Roach’s nose, holding her in his arms, his eyes gradually deepening.
Blanca Roach didn’t notice Matthew Grant’s mood change, she kept calculating in her heart, Cecelia was too right, this matter must be put on the agenda immediately, she must be too busy to leave the general matters to Isabel to handle.
The future development of the studio, the business involved must be sorted out …