At the end of the red carpet, Emilia Goldsmith and Emily Goldsmith were still waiting there.
As they walked over, Emily Goldsmith imdiately greeted Enna Clark amicably, "Enna, long ti no see."
"Long ti no see. You returned to the country, how co I didn’t know? What about Young Master Harris?" Enna Clark had a good impression of Emily Goldsmith. Previously, they played together in Mauritius, and after getting along, she found Emily was a very interesting person, without any airs.
Emily Goldsmith was delighted with Enna Clark’s attitude, her almond eyes curving as she said, "Yesterday’s plane, just arrived. That’s why I didn’t arrange to play with you and Olivia. Terry still has so matters to deal with; he’ll co over later."
Emilia Goldsmith looked gloomily at her sister, chatting happily with her rival, unable to vent a mouthful of vexation. Her elongated beautiful eyes glanced at the distinguished handso man; her full red lips curled up, "Is the Old Lord not coming tonight?"
"My presence is sufficient."
Emilia Goldsmith crossed her arms, gave an ’oh’, and knowingly said, "So you’re officially taking over Lawrence Corporation?"
Without waiting for Baron Lawrence’s response, she raised her eyebrows and said dismissively, "Whether it’s official or not should make no difference to you. Anyway, you’ve been making all the major decisions for Lawrence Corporation these past two or three years. But this circle loves to talk about status; after tonight, my dia Continenta will rely on Young Master Lawrence’s support~ In the future, if Lawrence has any advertising needs, rember to find . I have many stars under my umbrella, both male and female, whatever you need—even transgenders, I can find one for you."
She was speaking the truth; her company indeed had transgender artists—previously n, now transford through surgery into stunning beautiful won.
Currently, their popularity is not low.
"There’s no need at the mont." Baron Lawrence coldly rejected her.
Emilia Goldsmith rolled her eyes at him, muttering complaints, "No fun. I’ve helped you so many tis, and you don’t return the favor. Is that reasonable?"
"Lawrence Corporation has a perfu advertisent to shoot; if you want it, you can have it."
Emilia Goldsmith’s lazy expression suddenly lit up; she straightened her posture, her interest piqued, "What perfu? Let’s go inside and talk."
...
Wendy Hanson arrived ten minutes later than Emilia and Emily. As soon as she entered the lavish hall, her gaze imdiately searched around.
She finally found the man she wanted to see, but realized she couldn’t get close at all, so she pursed her lips tightly, looking gloomy.
Today, Audrey Hartwell wasn’t accompanying Wendy Hanson, but Wendy’s status was evident, and soon other socialites proactively approached her for conversation, pulling her into the socialites’ circle. However, she seed distracted, frequently glancing towards Baron Lawrence’s side.
But her attention wasn’t on the handso man as everyone assud; instead, she was looking at Enna Clark, chatting rrily with Emily Goldsmith beside Baron Lawrence!
Her expression towards Enna Clark was complex, filled with struggle, jealousy, and a hint of tension and unease...
Even the girl who had pulled Wendy over to chat noticed her unusual behavior today and couldn’t help but tap her shoulder, following her gaze, "Wendy, who are you looking at? You’ve been absent-minded since earlier, not even reacting to my conversation with you. Uh... are you looking at Young Master Lawrence?"
The direction Wendy Hanson was looking at included Baron Lawrence and Emilia, and the first reaction of a normal person was to assu she was looking at Baron Lawrence.
That person turned back and, reassuringly, tapped her shoulder hard, hesitatingly saying, "I rember Wendy, you seed to be very close with Young Master Lawrence in the past... Oh, unfortunately, after you went abroad, Young Master Lawrence got married. Forget about it, don’t think too much; there are plenty of good n out there, and surely there’ll be soone better."
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