the two-faced Adopted Girl Who Melted CEO's Ice-Cold Heart Chapter 1266 - 1265: Men Like This Are the Most Deceptive—Yo

The charity banquet in early winter is just a tea party for the upper society. For young won, it’s a showcase of beauty and a matchmaking event. For n, it’s a pig slaughtering ground where they spend money and try to smile, ah, spit, it’s a gathering for high-end individuals to display their noble aura.

"This year’s charity banquet is organized by Mr. Stewart. Speaking of Mr. Stewart, he’s quite a legendary figure. It’s said that he lived overseas for many years and only ca back to the Imperial City a few years ago. In just a few years, he’s even taken over the hosting rights for the charity banquet." Lana Shaw expressed her admiration for Mr. Stewart as she explained the details of the banquet to Leah, secretly sighing.

Excellent and outstanding n are always followed by won chasing them down several streets.

"Did he break into the noble circles single-handedly?" Leah asked, turning her face slightly.

Lana nodded and said: "When Mr. Stewart first returned to the Imperial City, he went to the Shaw Mansion, so people say that Constantine Stewart has a close relationship with our family. He looks refined and handso, yet his actions are elusive and unpredictable, a profoundly mysterious person. But precisely because of this, Serena Winton won’t dare to make too much of a fuss tonight; if she ruins the banquet, Mr. Stewart definitely won’t give face to the Winton Family."

Leah squinted and smiled upon hearing this, wondering if she were to ruin Constantine Stewart’s banquet, would he also refuse to give face to the Shaw Family?

Leah hadn’t interacted with Constantine Stewart, completely unaware that her brother and friend were already acquaintances of his.

"After hearing you talk about Constantine Stewart all this ti, you haven’t fallen for him, have you?" Leah teased.

Lana’s face blushed as she said, "All this information ca from Calliope Shaw; if anyone likes him, it would be Calliope."

"I like all handso n, there’s nothing wrong with that." Calliope laughed from the side.

The sisters used to like Hawk Howard, but Hawk only had eyes for Leah. Now that Leah has returned to the Imperial City and Hawk stayed in the United States, the sisters have given up their plans.

Having been friends for many years, there’s no need to ruin the friendship over unrequited love, so the sisters are both searching for partners, planning to get married.

Among the Imperial City noble scions, there are quite a few outstanding ones. Although Constantine Stewart ca from Coldgate, this man is incredibly powerful in himself, thus being included in their list of targets. However, Constantine Stewart’s attitude towards won is quite intriguing—both affectionate and aloof, unpredictable and enigmatic.

They had t Constantine Stewart a few tis. Initially interested, they found him too captivating to play along with, opting to admire him from afar.

The three of them conversed along the way, soon arriving at the venue of the banquet, one of Constantine Stewart’s private villas. Due to the pri location and its status as a heritage celebrity residence, this exquisitely preserved villa valued over a billion, and is unobtainable on the market.

The wedge Constantine Stewart used to enter the noble circles of the Imperial City was this villa, which was never for sale to outsiders. No one knows how Constantine acquired the property rights to this villa; many even speculate that Constantine Stewart might not be from Coldgate after all. Yet, this man made a strong entrance into noble circles like a dark horse, shrouded in layers of mystery, becoming the distinctive Mr. Stewart after the Shaw Family keeps a low profile and all Howard scions got married.

In front of the vintage villa, all the street lamps lit up. The small mansion was splendidly illuminated. So attendees, noble sons and daughters and young won, lingered at the door chatting eagerly, each showcasing elegance and grace, exuding noble elegance.

Lana Shaw and Calliope Shaw got out of the car first, followed by Leah.

The mont Leah stepped out, a few noble scions chatting at the door instinctively fell silent, watching as the sublily beautiful woman alighted from the car. Her skin was as white as snow, her red gown resembling flas or a sunset sky, causing them to hold their breath, their eyes staring intently.

Which family’s young lady is this? How co we’ve never seen her before?

Lana Shaw and Calliope Shaw exchanged a glance, a hint of laughter flashing in their eyes. Serena Winton must have had her head caught in a door to dare invite Leah to the banquet.

"Luckily, cousin didn’t co today; otherwise, he’d definitely gouge out soone’s eyeballs out of jealousy." Calliope laughed.

"If Richard Shaw were here, how could we enjoy ourselves?" Leah blinked her shimring peach blossom eyes. She had spared no expense today, wearing an off-shoulder low-cut dress exposing her jade-like neck and graceful collarbones. Luckily, she had sent Richard away, or else seeing this dress would have given him a brain hemorrhage from anger.

Lana handed the invitation to the reception staff at the door. Constantine Stewart’s invitations were quite creative, not the luxurious, gaudy gold-studded ones, but wooden invitations crafted from sandalwood, elegant and carrying a unique scent.

Seeing that the invitation bore the na of the Shaw Family, the reception staff’s expression imdiately changed to formal, their smile even brighter, saying: "Welco, ladies, please co in. The first floor is entirely open, but the second and third floors are Mr. Stewart’s private quarters, please be advised."

Leah nodded, leading Lana and Calliope inside, discovering a hidden wonder. This villa occupies a vast area, exquisitely decorated in vintage luxury, showcasing a pure European architectural style, understated and opulent everywhere.

"Constantine Stewart is indeed extrely wealthy. No wonder this private villa is never open for outsiders or for sale; its exquisiteness is already a work of art, dazzling to behold." Lana admired, "I wonder which woman could conquer such a man."

"We’ve hit the jackpot; if not for the charity banquet, we wouldn’t have had a chance to co here." Calliope nodded repeatedly, looking less like attending a banquet and more like touring.

"The man wearing a white shirt and trousers, with blue diamond cufflinks, is Constantine Stewart?" Leah scanned the crowd in the living room, her gaze locking onto the refined, handso man wearing glasses.

He truly exuded a refined elegance, his deep eyes hidden behind glasses, the corners of his lips curled in an appropriate smile, both affectionate and aloof—a man with stories. Leah smiled gently.

"Yes, that’s Constantine Stewart." Lana followed Leah’s gaze and nodded in acknowledgnt, "He is as his na suggests, frosty winter sun, dazzling indeed."

"This kind of man is the most deceitful; you’re no match for him. In the future, keep your distance, lest you get sold." Leah took one look and discerned several subtleties, seeing Mr. Stewart as a seemingly harmless scholar, but shrouded with an inexplicable ominous, ruthless aura.

He’s a formidable foe, not inferior to Griffith Squire. Leah lowered her gaze with a smile, after all, Richard Shaw is much more lovable, without so much deviousness—honest and loyal, unlike these people who play dirty.