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“Mrs. Wil–Ms. Evans, shall I escort you inside?” Brent addressed Madison as respectfully as usual.
“There’s no need. I’m waiting for a friend… She’s here.”
Madison had just spotted a woman in a flaming red fur coat. She wore nude stockings underneath and high heels, making her look like an ostrich on fire.
All of a sudden, Madison didn’t want to admit knowing someone like her. It had never occurred to her that Everly was late because she was changing in the car.
Everly walked over with a pair of exaggerated glasses on her face and an overwhelming scent of perfume surrounding her.
Madison turned away from the horrendous sight and started to leave. “Nope. I got the wrong person. I’ll head inside now.”
“Madie! Wait for me!” Everly called after Madison.
She approached Brent, stopped right before him, and removed her shades. “Did you piss Madie off again?”
Brent was never one to comment on women’s clothing, but this time…
“Do you think Treasure Trove is a nightclub? Are you going to dance in this?”
Everly was a short–tempered person, and she was already unhappy with Hunter. Seeing his henchman here made her even more annoyed.
“When you die, I’m going to dance on your grave in this dress.”
Brent didn’t bother arguing with her and simply said, “Come with me.”
However, Everly took out her invitation letter and said smugly, “No thanks. I have my own invitation.”
Before the two of them were finished with their talk, Madison had already reached the second floor of the building.
Her father had enjoyed coming here. He didn’t have much interest in anything, but he liked collecting antiques.
When the Evanss had been wealthy, they’d had a broad collection of antiques at home, ranging from valuables from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance Era. Not many knew that Jeff also liked to paint and carve in his free time.
As Madison walked through the baroque–style hallways, she noticed that several of the antiques displayed in the glass cabinets looked rather familiar. They had once been her father’s treasures.
A wooden statuette with a small line of indents on one of its arms caught her eye. It was the one she’d bitten after her father had pulled her leg, saying that it was made of chocolate.
She’d only been six years old at the time, and she’d thought all her teeth would fall out after she’d bitten it. Now, she found it cute and funny with those indents.
Tears welled up in her eyes as a wave of nostalgia engulfed her.
She stood rooted to the spot before the glass cabinet, staring at the statuette, reluctant to leave.
After a while, she finally snapped out of her daze. She turned away from the cabinet, reminding herself of why she was here today.
As she looked away, her gaze locked with Hunter’s, who was also standing in front of the stage. He looked dashing in a pitch – black wool coat that outlined his slim and fit figure.
He stared directly at her, his eyes like two deep, bottomless pits. He looked away after a short while.
“Excuse me.” Madison walked past him as if they were mere strangers.
Not long after that, Andrea came to him, beaming. “Hunter, why are you here?”
Calista, who was beside her, chimed in, saying, “Of course he’s here because of you. You two love each other so much that you
The banquet hadn’t started, so people were walking around and looking at the displays.
Calista’s act of calling Madison out had attracted the eyes of many.
Noticing the frown on Hunter’s face, Andrea hastily hooked an arm in his and explained, “Madison and Calista were classmates. They had some grudges in the past. It’d be inappropriate if you meddled in their business.”
Hunter silently removed his arm from hers and straightened his tie.
Andrea didn’t continue the topic or move closer to him.
Instead, she simply reminded him, “Besides, you and Madison are already divorced. What would people think if you tried to help her now?
!We’re getting engaged soon, and the hospital is in the middle of preparations. Any rumors about you will greatly affect Williams Group’s shares. Logically speaking, you should keep your distance from her.”
“Who told you I was going to help her?” Hunter retorted as he left without turning back.
Calista tried to make things worse by pointing at Madison and declaring, “It’s clear that this thief came without an invitation. Everyone should check their belongings to make sure that nothing gets stolen.”
“Where’s the person in charge? Are you even doing your work? Why is there a thief in here?” The person who spoke was. Michael Crosby’s son, Shawn Crosby, who’d appeared out of nowhere.
Shawn had never met Madison before. He simply looked her up and down and said, “Miss, please leave.”
Madison found it rather amusing. Calmly, she asked, “Why should I leave?”
“Miss, everyone’s seat is based on the amount they have donated. There’s no place for you here,” he explained.
“That’s right. Why waste your time explaining things to a thick–skinned woman like her? We don’t even know if she’s been sanitized. Look at the way she dresses! It’d be so embarrassing to stand next to her!”
Calista had stirred up such a commotion. Although no one came at Madison, everyone’s words were like knives stabbing her.
Nevertheless, Madison stood where she was, her face expressionless. Slowly, she said, “I’ve already donated.”
“You? Heh. How much can you even donate? Five dollars? Maybe three dollars? Why don’t you tell us?”
Madison had never been one to show off, but she was forced into a dead end now and could only say, “Five million dollars.” That made Hunter turn his gaze back to her, a frown gracing his face. He knew that Madison wasn’t a materialistic person and wouldn’t bother to lie.
He’d given her ten million dollars, and she’d already donated five million dollars. What was she thinking?
“Five million dollars? Aren’t you afraid that your nose would grow like Pinocchio’s for lying?”
Andrea added, “Miss Evans, please be honest. The truth always comes out eventually, and your lies will be exposed. You don’t even have an invitation with you. Stop being pretentious.”
“Who said she doesn’t have an invitation?” “Who said she didn’t donate?” Both Everly and Michael Crosby spoke at the same time as they rushed into the room from opposite directions.
Michael’s eyes landed on Hunter, and he said, “Long time no see, Mr. Williams. I Imew you were coming, so I had my men arrange a seat for you. Follow me, please.”
“Thank you,” Hunter said nonchalantly.
Michael then rushed over to Madison and said in a welcoming tone, “Ms. Madison, I’m sorry to keep you waiting.”
The expression on Shawn’s face was similar to that of the people around them. Hastily, he asked for confirmation from his father. “Dad, did she really donate five million dollars?”
Michael stared daggers at his son.“Ms. Madison has a heart of gold, unlike you, idiot!”
With that, he turned to face Madison with a kind and amiable look. “Ms. Madison, I had my men specially prepare a seat for you. This way, please.”
He was so respectful toward her that everyone couldn’t help but inhale sharply.
This young woman in a down jacket had actually donated five million dollars! Was she out of her mind?
To Calista and Andrea, Michael’s words felt like a slap across their faces, whereas Everly found the entire thing very satisfactory.
With an expressionless face, Madison walked past Andrea without even stopping to glance at her. However, Everly purposely stopped for a moment and said, “Ms. Davis, you’re going to become Mrs. Williams very soon. Why do you still have to sit behind Madie? And who gave you the guts to make a ruckus in front of her?”
“Everly… don’t be ridiculous.” Andrea seethed, punctuating each word.
Everly raised an eyebrow and said, “Trust me, when you die, I’ll do something more ridiculous in front of your grave.”
Seeing Andrea dumbstruck made Everly’s foul mood disappear instantly. Instead of sitting with Madison, Everly decided to stand beside Andrea instead.
Without the slightest hint of being shy, she raised her hand and said, “Mister, I’m a good friend of Madie’s; please get me a seat.
As Everly took her seat, the lights dimmed.
Andrea whispered a threat, “Don’t push your luck, Everly.”
“Push my luck? I haven’t even exposed you as a homewrecker yet,” Everly retorted.