Trevor continued to sit on the sofa, and as the footsteps receded, he suddenly realized he might have used the wrong words.
For so reason, ever since entering this estate, he felt inexplicably gloomy.
"What nonsense!"
Janelle Mills returned to the next room, genuinely angry, "Does he really think so highly of himself? I just don’t want to owe him anything! Who wants to take the opportunity to add him on WeChat?"
Rembering what Trevor did on the day they t, Janelle Mills beca furious!
He actually embarrassed her! It’s simply infuriating!
"Co on, don’t be angry." Demi said soothingly, linking arms with her, "Anyway, everyone will beco friends in the future, right?"
"Who wants to be friends with him?! Do I, Janelle Mills, lack friends? My friends are all over the world! I’ll tell you, Trevor has done even worse things! I’m too lazy to even ntion it!"
"What things?" Demi asked curiously.
But Janelle Mills didn’t want to go into detail about that eting, because it also embarrassed her.
"Co on, just don’t be angry." Demi comforted her, "We’ll go down soon, and it’s not good to look angry! Co on, give a smile!"
Tomorrow is a good friend’s birthday, so Janelle Mills surely will adjust her mood.
Seeing Demi’s innocent and beautiful face, she lifted the corners of her mouth, "Cheers to youth! Happy birthday!" Suddenly, all her worries vanished.
In the next room.
Trevor filled his stomach, gently put down the silver fork, and accepted the warm hand towel Lucy handed over, elegantly wiping his clean lips.
"Where will Mr. William be?" he stood up, asking gently.
Lucy replied respectfully, "When you go down, you will et him, he is hosting guests tonight, he might be in the courtyard."
Trevor nodded thoughtfully, "Then I’ll go down to find him."
"Alright."
Lucy tidied up briefly, and when she saw Trevor heading towards the door, she followed suit, as his personal maid, she stayed by his side, ready to et his needs at any mont.
As Trevor passed the stairway corner, a particularly bright light shone!
His appearance caught the attention of many socialites in the ballroom, even causing a minor sensation.
"Wow, he’s so handso!"
"Whose Earl’s son is this?"
"He’s too good-looking! Great figure!"
"Such a nice aura! Elegant and handso, I really like it!"
These Eldorian socialites exclaid, expressing their feelings in exaggerated English, their eyes unabashedly fixed on him, unable to look away.
Under the brilliant lights, Trevor walked down the stairs step by step, his cold and exquisite face was breathtaking.
A glimr of light passed through his ink-dark eyes.
He gave off a bit of a lofty feeling, unapproachable, with an aura keeping strangers at a distance, like a deity overseeing everything without arrogance.
Many socialites lost their composure over him, their hearts blooming with joy!
"What to do, what to do? He’s my type!"
"He’s also my type!"
"Oh my, I haven’t seen such an eye-pleasing man in so long!"
As soon as Trevor descended, a socialite eagerly approached him, unable to contain her joy, "Hello, my na is Amy, may I invite you to be my partner tonight?"
There’s a saying, "First co, first served."
Trevor looked at her unhurriedly, his deep eyes concealing any emotion.
Before he could speak, Lucy quickly responded in English, "Sorry, Mr. Trevor’s partner for tonight is Miss Demi."
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