“It seems you’re quite popular. So many people want to chat with you.”
As Jazmine’s silhouette faded from view, Areli stood in front of Darnell with a teasing expression. “You chatted with Jazmine for so long.”
Darnell chuckled, “Why? Jealous?”
Areli scoffed lightly, “Jealous of what? Don’t be so narcissistic. I’m just reminding you to keep your distance from her.”
“She’s recently gotten close to the Peel family, getting quite intimate with Finn-the guy who shook hands with you at the golf course. He’s the young master of the Peel family from Goldkeep.”
“If you get too close to her, you’ll end up in trouble.”
She whispered, “Besides, you had conflicts with Finn before. If he thinks you’re meddling with his woman, you’re dead meat.”
“Oh dear, that’s terrifying.”
Darnell feigned fear and hugged Areli like a frightened child. “I don’t want to die. Miss Fanshaw, you must protect me. The Peel family is too powerful for me to offend.”
“Don’t worry. From now on, when I see Jazmine, I’ll steer clear of her and won’t interact with her again.”
“Let go! Let go!”
Seeing Darnell hugging her in public, Areli immediately put on a stern face and snapped, “People are watching.”
Darnell let go at the right moment, his smile sincere. “Miss Fanshaw, thank you for the reminder. I find myself liking you more and more. How about we get married?”
Areli’s face darkened.
Darnell was excited. “I’ve seen other female CEOs and their assistants getting married and living together happily.”
Areli glared at him. “No more jokes!”
Darnell looked helpless. “Why is my life so hard?”
“By the way, I heard you’ve had dealings with Abbigail. She played a significant role in facilitating the deal with of One Cent Foundation.”
Areli stared at Darnell before continuing, “Keep your distance from her too. Otherwise, you won’t even know when you drop dead. She’s quite a vixen.”
“And her number of enemies is no less than yours. One misstep and you’ll be implicated by her.”
Areli seemed to have a poor impression of Abbigail. “If she comes later, don’t greet her too warmly…”
“Mrs. Pasmore is here-”
At that moment, someone shouted that Mrs. Pasmore and Miss Cornish had arrived. Darnell immediately left Areli bahind and ran forward.
Areli was fuming and frustrated as she watched him run off after she had seriously warned him.
Darnell quickly reached the front and scanned the area.
With just one glance, he locked onto a distinguished lady surrounded by people-around fifty years old, tall in stature, graceful in demeanor.
This elegance was evidently ingrained from childhood rather than being artificially cultivated. She conversed calmly with those around her who all wore bright smiles.
Behind the distinguished lady was an elderly woman closely following her-demure and seemingly harmless.
But Darnell immediately judged from her hands and walking posture that she was a martial arts expert.
As Darnell looked at the old lady, she also glanced at him thoughtfully.
Darnell’s gaze quickly shifted away because he saw a familiar figure.
It was Abbigail.
The woman was dressed in a stunning black gown, her six-centimeter heels clicking rhythmically against the floor as she walked. The low neckline of her dress revealed a generous expanse of flawless skin, exuding an irresistible allure.
Her long legs were perfectly proportioned, without an ounce of excess, moving gracefully as she navigated through the crowd. Her captivating eyes seemed to spark electricity, drawing attention from every corner of the room.
Combined with the seductive aura she radiated, it was a deadly combination that stirred uncontrollable desires in the hearts of the men around her.
Darnell couldn’t help but think, “What a stunning woman!”
Abbigail trailed behind Mrs. Pasmore, greeting others with a polite smile, seemingly unfazed by the possessive glances cast her way. But when she spotted Darnell, her demeanor shifted. She approached him with a sultry smile, weaving through the crowd.
“Hey there, handsome. I didn’t expect you to be here.”
She leaned in closer, her intoxicating scent enveloping him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”
Darnell, caught off guard by Abbigail’s approach, felt a mix of surprise and resignation. He forced a wry smile as he replied, “I came with Miss Fanshaw. To be honest, I’m not here to bid, and I definitely don’t have any money to buy anything. I just came for the food.”
“How amusing and refreshingly honest. I like that,” Abbigail responded, disregarding the surprised looks from those nearby. With boldness, she linked her arm with Darnell’s, as if to declare ownership, sending a clear message to other women-this man was hers.
“I was just here to eat too, but now I’ve changed my mind.”
“Not the food, but you instead,” she teased, flashing him a flirtatious smile. “So, handsome, do you want to be my meal?”
Darnell nearly stumbled in shock. This woman was utterly audacious! Did she not realize this was a formal gathering?
The crowd watched in stunned silence, hardly believing the display unfolding before them. No one had expected Abbigail to know Darnell, let alone be so intimate with him.
No matter how much Darnell stood out during wine tastings, the high-ranking elites looked down on him, dismissing him as just a lucky dog. They couldn’t overlook Abbigail’s presence, though. Abbigail Cornish was a household name in Whiteville and Westergold.
Her ruthless methods and deep cunning were unmatched, and they couldn’t help but feel inferior. Yet, here was this powerful woman lowering herself to engage with a seemingly insignificant young man.
Conquering Abbigail was a feat that only extraordinary individuals could achieve. Whether physically or psychologically, it was a near-impossible task.
This kid was impressive!
Some onlookers’ gazes shifted toward Darnell, now filled with intrigue, while David and Lisa’s expressions darkened.
Areli’s face also turned cold as she witnessed Darnell being so casually embraced by a woman. Her heart sank, silently cursing him for being such a flirt.
When she realized it was Abbigail, her expression turned frosty, her eyes filled with icy disdain.
Even Mrs. Pasmore appeared surprised as if witnessing Abbigail’s flirtation with a man for the first time.
Then, she scrutinized Darnell’s attire, her eyes lighting up with interest.
Darnell blushed, overwhelmed by Abbigail’s boldness. Then he caught sight of Areli’s darkened expression.
He feigned a serious demeanor, trying to pull away. “Let go, let go!”
As he attempted to break free from Abbigail’s hold, he only found her grip tightening around him, her body pressing against his.
Oh my! How could he possibly resist such temptation?!