Chapter 11 Fiancée, Right?
A woman’s scream drew the attention of many in the room, causing everyone to instinctively look in her direction.
Wendy, who had been keeping an eye on the situation, quickly walked over, her face showing concern as she asked in surprise, “Oh, my! What has happened here?”
Her gaze fell on a few women not far away, who immediately understood her meaning, shouting, “Amy almost accidentally spilled wine on Miss White, but Amy already apologized. Why is Miss White still unrelenting in publicly humiliating her?”
“Exactly! Not a single drop of wine touched Miss White!”
Hearing the women’s words, the crowd’s expression toward Mia became subtly altered.
“What’s going on?”
At that moment, Joe heard the commotion and walked over, looking at the disheveled Amy with some surprise.
Wendy quickly moved to Joe’s side, gently explaining what had just occurred, feigning tenderness, “I think Miss White might have been scared, that’s why she got so agitated all of a sudden. But this girl…”
“I happen to have an extra skirt with me; why don’t you go
change into mine?” Wendy said to Amy, her face adorned with a gentle and affectionate smile.
Many of those unaware of the truth began to whisper about Mia, and Joe’s brow furrowed even more deeply.
He had already noticed some changes in Mia over the past five years, but she…
Before Joe could speak, an arrogant voice rang out, “How could my Mia bully someone without reason? If she acted out, it must be because you’re at fault.”
Without turning her head, Mia knew who had arrived behind her, a trace of helplessness showing in her eyes.
“Mr. Johnson?” Wendy exclaimed in surprise.
If the Smith family rose to prominence through the efforts of Sir Smith alone, then the Johnson family was a lineage that ran deep, spanning several generations. No one knew when the Johnsons began their ascent to power, but everyone knew they had endured for hundreds of years, ama*sing a fortune beyond most people’s imagination.
And David Johnson was the most noteworthy figure of his
generation.
He possessed a pair of pa*sionate eyes that, even with a casual glance, could make you feel deeply loved as if he was truly in love with you.
Rumors had long circulated about this young playboy’s wild character, a seducer of countless women, until a few years ago when he suddenly reined in his behavior, rarely appearing in
social gatherings.
Equally famous were David’s precise and unique investment insights. Legend had it that any project he fancied would never fail.
In their circle, he was the only one who could measure up to Joe.
But why would such a person appear to speak on behalf of Mia? And their attitudes seemed very familiar, almost as if…
Could David be the one who was financially supporting Mia?
“You made faces behind her back just now, and I saw everything. You deliberately poured that wine onto Mia,” David said, casting a disdainful glance at the woman who had fallen silent since his arrival, “Do you want to apologize, or shall we ch*ck the security footage?”
Amy dared not say another word and quickly bowed her head, apologizing to Mia before slinking away.
Wendy’s smile froze on her face, and she rapidly conjured an excuse, “I didn’t expect her to cry wolf like that; she almost fooled me. Mr. Johnson, you and Miss White…”
“What business is it of yours what her relationship with me is?” David scoffed, winking at Mia, “Right, my dear fiancée?”
