At that moment, Roselin’s complexion wasn’t looking good either. Despite her sweet smile, the warmth didn’t reach her eyes.
“So gossip-hungry, Mrs. Simon. Does it concern you?” Roselin’s words left Mrs. Simon at a loss for a moment. Despite the unpleasant conversation, she forced a smile, given her husband’s cooperation with Cecy Group.
“If you’re not feeling well, it’s better to rest at home,” Mrs. Simon retorted coldly.
Mrs. Simon left, leaving Roselin to revel in her satisfaction. She anticipated the day when this wealthy socialite would become the subject of ridicule.
Surveying the grand venue, Roselin’s crystal-clear eyes locked onto a figure lounging on a sofa not far away. Mark Goden, surrounded by executives, exuded a leisurely air. Elizebeth Snow, adorned in a plunging evening gown, sat beside him, laughing at something said in their conversation.
Her gaze then shifted to William Bran, the CEO of Bran Group, sitting nearby. Dressed in a black suit, his legs crossed, he exuded an air of aristocratic aloofness.
As he caught her eye, William Bran, seemingly unperturbed, looked back at her. Their gaze held for a moment, and before she could react, he casually averted his eyes.
Roselin frowned. William Bran’s unexpected presence surprised her. Despite being a friend of Mark Goden, he had never shown her a friendly face.
Taking a deep breath, Roselin, donning a forced smile, gracefully approached. The dazzling crescent of her charming eyes seemed to lighten the mood, but her thoughts were filled with curses directed at Mark Goden.
Even the game in this high-society circle now irked her. Business alliances had no benefits, and getting a divorce openly would jeopardize the pending deals involving Cecy Group.
To safeguard her financial interests, she endured. Carrying a glass of red wine, she walked towards Elizebeth Snow, employing a lifetime of acting skills to suppress her inner discomfort.
With a perfectly timed smile, she addressed Elizebeth Snow, “Miss Snow, could you please make some room? I’d like to sit in this spot.”
Elizebeth Snow, completely caught off guard, had no intention of yielding. She admired Mark Goden, and the night he saved her from a forced drinking situation left a lasting impression.
A tall figure approached her, looking down condescendingly, and said, “It’s advisable to have a lawyer review the contract before signing such a tyrannical agreement.”
With the assistance of their company executives, Elizebeth Snow reluctantly left.
Roselin couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched Mrs. Simon depart. This socialite, married to the CEO of Goden Group, seemed to be on the brink of a marital breakdown.
Ignoring the onlookers, Roselin continued her stroll through the event, glancing at Mark Goden who sat comfortably with Elizebeth Snow. The celebrity seemed captivated by the conversation, her laughter ringing out.
Suddenly, her eyes locked onto a man sitting not far from Mark Goden-William Bran, the CEO of Bran Group. Dressed in a black suit, he sat with an air of sophistication, holding a glass of wine with pronounced elegance.
Aware of her gaze, William Bran unexpectedly met her eyes. Their gazes held for a moment, and before she could respond, he nonchalantly averted his gaze.
Roselin furrowed her brows. William Bran’s presence intrigued her. Despite being friends with Mark Goden, he had never displayed any friendliness towards her.
Taking a deep breath, Roselin, with a practiced smile, approached. Her crescent-like eyes seemed to lighten the atmosphere. She took out a check from her handbag, the bright ring on her slender fingers gleaming in the light.
Bowing her head to write the numbers, she nonchalantly addressed Elizebeth Snow, who was pretending to be oppressed. “As far as I know, Miss Snow has a clear price. Name your price for Mr. Goden to sleep with you, and I’ll buy you, so you won’t bother me tonight.”
The statement left Elizebeth Snow dumbfounded, her body heightened in every sense. The surrounding whispers seemed to discuss her out-of-place presence at this upscale gathering.
The man, who had been enjoying his drink moments ago, froze as he heard the words. Mark Goden raised his eyebrows, looking at the woman writing the check.
Roselin continued with an unchanging expression, opening her handbag. She put the unfinished check back inside, saving some money.