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Chapter 68
Bonnie lifted the skirt of her dress slightly and walked down the stairs with an air of grace. She looked nothing short of breathtaking, like an angel who had descended from the heavens or a fairy emerging from an exquisite painting.
“Isn’t this Hamish’s best work?” Floyd stuttered as he recognized the dress.
Ivor snapped out of his daze, his eyes quickly moving from Bonnie to the dress. Wasn’t this the one he had gone through such lengths to secure?
Bonnie stood before them with a casual smile. “Yeah, you’re right. This is Hamish’s best work.”
Ivor’s brows furrowed. “How did you get it?”
“I got it because I could,” Bonnie responded straightforwardly.
“I heard that the chairman of Tang Fusion Studios reserved it,” Ivor continued, still frowning, his gaze fixed on her.
After a brief pause, Bonnie nonchalantly added, “The chairman of Tang Fusion Studios gave it to me as a gift.”
Ivor’s frown deepened. “Why would she give you such an expensive dress? How did you meet the chairman? What’s your relationship with her?” With each question, his tone grew more menacing.
Bonnie felt the room growing colder. She quickly pieced together the situation—this had to do with Ivor’s earlier words about not cheating on him. As always, Ivor was overthinking things.
“Firstly, the chairman of Tang Fusion Studios is a woman. As for why she gave it to me or the nature of our relationship, that’s part of my private life. I won’t reveal that to you, even if you press me,” Bonnie stated firmly.
“She’s a woman? Did you say the chairman’s a woman?” Ivor asked, surprised.
“Yeah. So you can stop worrying about us having an affair,” Bonnie replied, her tone light.
“That’s not what I meant. I didn’t think you’d do something like that,” Ivor hastily explained.
Bonnie simply laughed, finding amusement in his defensive tone.
Ivor felt a slight flush of embarrassment, but he hid it well.
After that, Ivor escorted Bonnie to the largest mountain resort in Pyralis, where this year’s family dinner party was being held.
“This place is massive. Try not to wander too far,” Ivor said, his voice laced with concern. “If anyone tries to cause trouble for you, just let me know.”
Bonnie could tell that his last words carried the most weight—he was worried that someone from the “backwoods” like her might not be used to such high-society events.
“Don’t worry. I won’t embarrass you. I’ve been to plenty of events like this,” Bonnie reassured him. She had attended grand galas in foreign palaces, sitting next to princes and noble descendants. This dinner party didn’t faze her one bit.
Ivor studied her closely, trying to detect any sign of nervousness in her expression. Was she really so composed, or was she just hiding it well?
Before he could delve further into his thoughts, the steward hosting the party approached them. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ivor, there’s been an issue that requires your attention.”
Ivor turned to Bonnie. “Do you want to come with me?”
Bonnie, feeling slightly amused at the notion, thought, Is he treating me like a child?
“I’m good. Go ahead. I’ll grab some food,” she replied.
“Alright. Just call me if anything happens,” Ivor said, still clearly concerned.
“Loud and clear,” she answered, reassuring him.
He glanced at Jim, who looked relaxed as usual. “Keep an eye on her.”
Jim gave a casual salute. “Roger that.”
As Ivor walked off, Jim clicked his tongue. “I think he cares about you.”
Bonnie raised an eyebrow. “Did you pick up gossiping while you were abroad?”
Jim scratched his head awkwardly.
Just then, a shrill scream pierced the air.
“Your dress, Bonnie! Isn’t it Hamish’s best work? How did it find its way to you?!”