The Salvador Hotel was hosting the cocktail party at 7:00 p.m.
Right after the business conference, the bigwigs and elites of Savrowâs business scene hurried to the
hotel to join in on the
festivities.
Bella sped through the streets in her black Bugatti, with Arnold in the
passenger seat. He clung to the car door tightly with his gaze fixed
ahead, too afraid to utter a single word during the journey. He feared
that if he opened his mouth, his last meal would come out of it.
As they arrived at the hotel, Bella expertly maneuvered her car into a
parking spot, smoothly drifting into place.
âGet out,â Bella instructed as she unbuckled her seatbelt.
But Arnold remained motionless, his face pale as a sheet of paper.
Bella blinked her almond-shaped eyes and waved her hand in front of him. âHey, whatâs wrong? Are
you scared?â
âI⦠Feel like⦠Iâm going to⦠Throw up.â Arnold managed to stammer out those words. His face turned
purple, and his body felt strange.
âOh!â Bella exclaimed before promptly kicking him out with one foot. â If youâre going to puke, do it
outside! Donât you dare puke in my car!â
The moment Arnold opened the car door, he couldnât hold it in any longer and vomited. As a young
master from a prestigious family, this marked his first time experiencing such an embarrassing moment.
Fortunately, Asher wasnât around. Otherwise, Arnold would have died
of embarrassment. After emptying his stomach, Arnold weakly Meaned against the car door, panting
heavily. He shot Bella a glare.â Are all Thompsons insane? Why would you drive like youâre flying a
plane?â
âLook at you. Who would have thought a grown man like you would be carsick?â Bella remarked,
shaking her head with crossed arms. My driving skills are top-notch, like a pro racer. If you canât handle
this, thatâs on you.â
With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing some consideration.
Arnold rinsed his mouth and drank water, taking some time to calm
down.
âHey, donât forget what you promised me.â
âI wonât forget.â Bella looked at him with a fake smile and said, âCure Justin, and Iâll set up a meeting
with Dr. Brown for you. I always keep
my promises.â
If Arnold were to discover that the woman standing before him and
manipulating him like a puppet was none other than his idol, Dr.
Brown, he might feel utterly betrayed.
Just then, a black Bentley drove past them, catching Bellaâs attention.
The license plate seemed oddly familiar to her.
The Bentley was parked not far away, and the driver got out to open
the door.
The two people who stepped out of it were very familiar to Bella. It
â
was none other than her second uncle, Cameron, and her cousin, Cecily.
âDad, how do I look tonight?â Cecily asked her father eagerly.
Cecily wore a pink off-the-shoulder evening gown and clutched a silver handbag studded with
diamonds. Her long hair flowed down her shoulders, exuding elegance and beauty.
However, Bella could tell at a glance that Cecilyâs dress was an imitation. There was no way that a
famous designer brand would ever lend a genuine dress to a so-called âheiressâ with neither influence
nor social status. Wouldnât that be self-sabotage?
Cameron praised his daughter without hesitation. âYou look absolutely fabulous! My Cecily is truly
stunning! Tonight, you will definitely become the center of attention!â
Cecily hadnât even stepped inside yet, but she was already bubbling with excitement.