Chapter 922 - Chapter 922: God’s descent (29)1
Chapter 922: God’s descent (29)1
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The Duchess put away the beautiful black fan in her hand, her red lips slightly pursed, and the corners of her lips pulled down. Her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes unhappily swept over the girl next to Fu Shang.
Such an expression clearly indicated that he hated her.
Andrea, you talk too much. As a lady, how can you say such things to your sister without considering the occasion? I can consider mentioning to the Duke about your re-etiquette class.
The Duchess was a person who clearly distinguished what she loved and hated.
For example, now.
She clearly expressed her dislike for Andrea.
Andrea’s face turned pale. She was very afraid of the Duke of White Rose, that serious and old-fashioned man, even if this man was her father by blood.
No matter how indignant she was, Andrea still gave in on the surface and stopped jumping around in front of Fu min. She stood obediently beside the Duchess, bit her lip slightly, and rolled her eyes at Fu min.
Fu Shang was speechless.
Idiot.
The banquet officially began.
The two heavy and huge doors were opened. From the outside to the inside, the first thing that came into view was a blanket that extended to the center of the castle Hall. There were complicated patterns drawn on it, giving it the elegance and luxury of the medieval period. The color was mainly dark blue and dark red, and the color was bright.
Two rows of well-dressed servants were holding plates and standing inside the door. An old gentleman who looked like a Butler from the Middle Ages was wearing a black and elegant tuxedo. He had one hand across his lower abdomen and bowed to the guests.
Pure and elegant British pronunciation, fluent vocabulary.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Prince Charles ‘birthday party…
After the old gentleman finished his speech.
Only then did the guests take their seats.
Fu min and her sisters naturally sat with the Duchess, closer to the main seat.
Fu Shang glanced at the people in the hall.
She was the only one with black hair. Fu Shang could even feel the eyes on her from time to time, accompanied by low laughter.
Fu min didn’t think much of it.
She even turned her eyes slightly in that direction, a faint smile on her fair and sharp face.
The girls on the other side were speechless.
They had laughed at her like this in the past, so why was her reaction so different from before?
How could they have thought that in the same shell, the soul was already completely different… A demon from hell.
He was powerful, cold, and extremely conceited.
Before this, she had always felt inferior. Although she had tried her best to put on an arrogant look, under the mask, she had hidden a moment of inferiority and a sensitive heart.
But Fu min never had such an inferiority complex.
If it was Fu min, she would definitely say it.
Eh? Low self-esteem? [ what the hell is that emotion? ]
Their gazes fell on the black-haired girl’s beautiful face, and the noble ladies ‘gazes became a little more subtle.
Although she was discriminated against for her black hair, there was another reason. She was extremely beautiful.
It was different from the beautiful and warm appearance of Western women. Her beauty was that of a typical Eastern beauty. She was as exquisite and beautiful as a porcelain doll, making people feel that looking at her was a blasphemy against the ultimate beauty.
The sound of military boots landing on the ground seemed to strike the heartstrings of everyone.