Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1084 - 1081: Giving Him a Super-Sized Green Hat

Heh, if the President ignores them, they only have themselves to bla, don’t they? Hahaha! Her heart was filled with irresistible joy, beyond words.

Ava Morgan curled her lips into a sneer, saying, "I won’t chat with you anymore, I have to go dance with the President."

With that, she extended her hands to hold up the long sides of her gown and walked straight towards Lucas Knight ahead.

The won behind her envied her so much they could die, and could only watch her back as she walked away.

...

Inside the ballroom.

In the VIP lounge, Isabel Grant and Lucas Knight were sitting, with a few wealthy socialites nearby.

Isabel Grant opened her eyes and glanced towards the ballroom entrance, "Hey, Lucas promised he would be here soon! We’ve been waiting for so long, all the guests are here, and he’s still not here. It’s driving insane with impatience!"

Charlotte Knight, sitting next to her, reassured, "Don’t worry, ma’am, if brother Lucas said he would co, he will co. Maybe he was just delayed a bit by sothing unexpected, don’t be upset."

Charlotte knew Lucas Knight well; if he said he would co, he definitely would.

"Dear Ella, I’m not upset with him. Oh, you’re so considerate." Isabel took Charlotte’s hand, "You’re not young anymore, you shouldn’t always be following around; it’s ti to et more male friends. Look at little Ivy and Pearly, they’ve already started doing their own things!"

In conversation.

Soon, Lucas Knight arrived at the entrance of the ballroom. His deep eyes imdiately spotted Charlotte and Isabel.

After a mont’s pause, he headed towards the VIP area. Along the way, ladies and socialites greeted him, "Mr. President."

"Hm." He rely nodded gracefully, exuding elegance and poise, continuing towards the VIP area.

"Ma’am, I’m here."

"Lucas, you finally ca." Isabel sighed in relief, reminding him, "Tonight, I’ll leave it to you and Ella. I won’t keep up with you youngsters. I’ll go with these ladies now."

"The White Family and our family are both reputable, so when Ella arrives, be good to her, okay?!"

Lucas Knight nodded, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of my sisters."

"Then I’m relieved." Isabel nodded in satisfaction, "I’ll leave with these ladies now."

Lucas Knight: "Take care."

Next, Charlotte bid farewell to the elder ladies and the few older socialites, leaving the ballroom mostly populated by younger people, save for a few in their forties, such as Bethany Knight’s mother, Lily Grant, and Ava Morgan’s mother, Francesca Lewis.

...

Charlotte saw the elderly lady and several socialites off and then returned to the ballroom.

In a corner, Lily Grant squinted, holding a drink and spoke to Bethany Knight, "Sweet daughter, weren’t you going to deal with that little b*tch tonight? This is your chance."

Bethany took a sip of her drink, a malicious smile curling on her lips, hmph!

She was two months pregnant, and now... she had to make sure Charlotte was done for. This child wasn’t Henry Maybourne’s at all; he hadn’t touched her that night, so she was just giving Henry an enormous taphorical cuckold’s hat.

Hmph!!

"Mommy, just watch . Tonight, as long as I fall down the stairs and miscarry, Charlotte will have to take the bla... hmph."

"I want to see how being favored helps her. So many people are watching tonight, she won’t escape responsibility."