The number 18 has always been considered a bit unlucky dostically.
Initially, it wasn’t a big deal, but after she deliberately pointed it out, it felt unsettling to hear.
Elina Chapman’s face was sowhat awkward after Ariella Sawyer spoke.
Ariella didn’t even glance at her, continuing to eat her own food.
As a female celebrity, she has never maintained an image. The other female celebrities here were nibbling like birds, fearing which food might have too many calories or fats that would affect their figure.
Only Ariella, once dinner started, ate almost continuously.
After finishing the food on her plate, she set her sights on other dishes on the table.
Her appetite made Elina Chapman anxious.
Eating like this, isn’t she afraid of becoming a pig!
Serves her right that she’s not popular now!
Elina Chapman was thrown off by Ariella Sawyer and didn’t know what to say next.
When leaving, dissatisfied with Ariella, she deliberately kicked one of Ariella’s chair legs.
She wanted to see Ariella fall with the chair, making a fool of herself.
But surprisingly, Ariella reacted swiftly, grabbing onto the person beside her as the chair was about to topple, and fell onto his legs.
Sumr Sutton sat on one side of her, and Ryan Walyon on the other.
The chair fell in Ryan Walyon’s direction, and so did Ariella.
The scene was montarily silent.
The culprit, Elina Chapman, had an unpleasant expression.
Ariella Sawyer was initially caught off guard.
Her gaze slowly followed the legs under her head, looking at the tailored suit pants of the person next to her, and then moving up to his disheveled shirt; Ariella’s mind blanked for a few seconds.
She didn’t dare move her gaze further; at that mont, her brain felt like it had been walloped, montarily forgetting to react.
Everyone around was staring at this scene.
A crowd of jealous female celebrities gritted their teeth, looking at her as though they wanted to tear her apart.
Little vixen!
Lying on soone’s lap in front of so many people and not wanting to get up, huh?
Such clever tactics!
Sumr Sutton was also looking in her direction, with a bit of surprise in her gaze.
She thought Adrian Walyon’s remarks earlier were explosive enough, but unexpected was Ariella Sawyer being the main event tonight.
Ariella’s arm was still around Ryan Walyon, her body fully relaxed on him.
Stared at by a large crowd, she didn’t know how to handle this.
After being stunned for quite a while, a flash of brilliance crossed her mind, she grabbed the table’s champagne and downed two glasses, pretending to be drunk.
"My head’s spinning a bit; I think I drank too much, where am I?"
Calmly she withdrew from Ryan Walyon’s embrace, straightened the chair, and resud eating her own al.
The man beside her exuded a chilling aura, not having uttered a word throughout.
The excessively tense atmosphere made Ariella’s heart jolt, and she cautiously glanced towards Ryan Walyon.
Ryan Walyon’s facial contours were rigid, with a visible layer of frost on his face; it was clear he didn’t like overly intimate contact with any woman.
Ariella found his gaze extrely intimidating, so she didn’t dare look long, bowed her head and continued eating her own al.
Elina Chapman was still next to them, initially waiting for Ariella to make a fool of herself, but unexpectedly facilitated a mont of her cozying up.
Elina Chapman was extrely angry, stomped her foot, and when leaving, she felt a bit unwilling.
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