Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering Chapter 1202 - 1199: Forcefully Slapping

"I’ve never even had a boyfriend, how could I strip and seduce soone else’s husband..."

"Oh my god, if that’s true, that’s just too shaless. How desperate for a man can you be..."

"Shut up, what nonsense are you spouting?!" Ava Morgan, despite her upbringing, couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted, "You’re the shaless ones! How could I wear lingerie? It was Eva Nightingale who wore it. She’s jealous of the President being kind to and frad ."

"Everyone, please don’t believe Eva Nightingale!?"

Ava Morgan, losing her cool, was on the verge of exploding: "Eva Nightingale, you horrible woman, I’ll beat you... Tonight, I’ll tear your mouth apart... Ah!!!"

Before she finished cursing, the champagne tower taller than people collapsed, falling heavily in Ava Morgan’s direction:

"Bang—"

"Bang—"

In succession with a heavy crash, red wine, champagne, and other high-end liquors spilled all over, and the crystal-clear stemd glasses shattered on the ground.

Under the night sky, the stage was soon a ss.

Beside the stage, the pool was filled with elegantly dressed young ladies.

The wine tasting failed...

These people all turned into drenched hens.

...

The stage beca a chaotic scene, a group of won fell into the water and wet their gowns.

So gowns were so thin that once wet, everything was visible. But that was not the main issue... Many glass cups shattered, and inevitably soone got cut.

"Ah... Ouch... it hurts so much...!"

"It hurts, ouch... Who knocked over the champagne tower..."

"Ladies, please don’t panic, be careful not to get cut by glass shards." The bodyguards rushed over, preparing for a "rescue operation" to help the injured out of the water.

...

When the tall cascade of alcohol ca crashing down, Eva Nightingale instinctively stepped back. Spending three years in Eastern Europe, she at least gained so safety awareness, so she didn’t end up injured like those delicate young ladies.

"Ella, are you okay?"

Ella White lifted her gown, still shaken: "I’m fine, I’m fine, don’t worry about . Sister-in-law, what about you?"

"I’m fine too," Eva Nightingale replied with a smile. "Ella, I’ll leave things here to you. I’m going to the banquet hall’s second floor to rest for a bit."

Eva Nightingale disliked water. The pool next to the stage was larger than a swimming pool, and though it blood with pristine lotus flowers, she had no heart to appreciate them.

The scene was chaotic and the wine tasting event couldn’t continue.

Feeling uncomfortable, she made a prompt retreat, stealing through the garden, treading the red carpet until she reached the banquet hall, where a group of elite wives greeted her: "The Young Madam is indeed beautiful, the President surely has great taste, no wonder the Young Madam was kept hidden until now, only announced after receiving the certificate."

"With such a gorgeous beauty, what man wouldn’t hide her away in his golden house!"

The group of elite wives gathered around, toasting Eva Nightingale with red wine.

"You’re too kind," she couldn’t refuse, so she downed several glasses before managing to extricate herself from the group, turning to ascend to the second floor when she began to feel a bit warm.

This red wine was a private brew within the family for many years, with a particularly strong aftertaste, causing most people to feel warmth in their chest after just one glass.

Eva Nightingale made the rounds in the banquet hall, drinking several glasses, and despite her good tolerance, she started to heat up.

She had just reached the second floor when she overheard, "The Crown Prince is in the villa at the back with the famous actress Evelyn, alone. Could she be his new fla..."

"What do you an could be, it’s obvious, isn’t it!"