Victoria Don turned out to be Damon Hawke's fiancée!
In Elara Don's beautiful almond eyes, surprise flashed as she stared dumbfounded at the two walking towards her.
Victoria saw Elara as well; her smile paused slightly, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on Damon's arm.
Today, Elara was wearing a pink fitted gown.
Her shoulder-length hair was subtly styled, exposing her full, smooth forehead.
Her delicate face looked flawless under the lighting, with a hint of makeup.
Her beautiful eyes were lively and charming!
Why is she here as well?
Damon felt the tension in Victoria's muscles, his sharp eyebrows slightly furrowing.
His gaze fell on Elara, his eyes flickering.
The slightly groomed woman was very beautiful.
After a brief shock, Elara regained her composure.
She nodded lightly to Damon who approached, "Mr. Hawke."
I really didn't expect Damon's fiancée to be Victoria.
Indeed, a narcissistic man only sees himself, so his taste in women is somewhat lacking!
"Sister, what a coincidence meeting you here, why didn't you greet me when you saw me?"
Victoria's face held a sweet smile, "Come, let me introduce you! This is my fiancé Damon Hawke. Damon, this is my father's adopted daughter, Elara Don. But four years ago, she was kicked out of the house for her bad conduct."
Elara actually knew Damon?
Can't let Damon have any goodwill toward her!
Victoria's words made Damon's eyes flicker slightly, his brows furrowing imperceptibly.
This woman is the Don Family's adopted daughter?
Was she really kicked out of the house for her bad conduct?
"Ah! So it's my sister! Forgive my poor eyesight, I didn't recognize you at first."
Elara smiled warmly, "I remember your nose used to be flat, eyes sunken, and your cheeks a bit wide, completely different from now. Did you have surgery? Sure enough, you look much prettier after cosmetic surgery."
Sorry!
She didn't want to bring up the other's dark past.
But who made the other provoke her first?
She's not a pushover, alright?
"You..."
Victoria's face turned alternately pale and flushed, her smile nearly failing to hold.
Elara chuckled lightly and turned gracefully forward.
Just then, Ethan Lane arrived, and they greeted one another, entering the hotel together.
What a sharp-tongued girl!
Damon's dark eyes squinted slightly, watching Elara and Ethan warmly interacting, his handsome face showing no discernable emotion.
Victoria's face looked extremely displeased.
She observed Damon continually focusing on Elara, hatred gnawing at her.
That damned Elara, after not seeing her for years, she's become increasingly annoying!
"Damon, you know Elly? My sister, she's really hard to describe. Don't be fooled by her innocent appearance; her private life is truly chaotic, she likes to circle around men. Ah, forget it, let's not talk about it, I just hope she's matured over these years and doesn't set her sights on you."
Victoria feigned concern, adjusting his tie and speaking sweetly.
Damon looked at her deeply, pulling her hand away.
He wasn't interested in petty rivalry among women.
But, is the Don Family's adopted daughter really the chaotic woman Victoria described?
His gaze fell on the woman not far away chatting with Ryan, and he strode over.
Behind him, Victoria bit her lip's corner, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.
She tidied her already neat hair near her ear and exchanged a glance with a waiter.
Tonight, she had to win over Damon!
Over there.
Elara was conversing with a respected elder.
"Mr. Ryan, I'm really glad to meet you in Sea City. I've read every paper you've published in magazines, I truly admire you."
"Haha, you must be Charlotte Soo, Ryan's trusted aide, right? I know you, you're a rising star in the fragrance industry, young and accomplished!"
Ryan laughed heartily; they exchanged a few polite words.
"Mr. Ryan."
Damon accepted a wine glass from a waiter and greeted Ryan politely.
"Little Hawk, congratulations on Hawke Corporation gaining another strong talent! I'm waiting for you to develop more enchanting perfumes."
Ryan patted Damon's shoulder, chuckling.
Damon curved his lips, clinking glasses with him.
Elara beside him blinked mischievously, "Mr. Ryan, Mr. Hawke is a bit old-fashioned, he still thinks women belong in the kitchen. I wonder if the perfume I concoct will please him!"
Damon: "..."
This woman actually criticized him in front of Ryan!
Indeed, she's the type to hold grudges!
"Chat slowly, I'll go to the restroom."
Elara smirked secretly, glancing at someone's darkened face, lifting her gown as she left.
"Haha, Little Hawk, did your male chauvinism offend her?"
"Haha, Mr. Ryan, the ancients were right, women and petty persons are hard to deal with."
"..."
Elara felt satisfied inside.
She wandered around and encountered several familiar faces.
Fearing they would ask too many questions upon seeing their surprised look, she headed upstairs.
She had met everyone she needed to; soon, she'd take her leave.
A bit bored, she pushed open a guest-prepared lounge, sat down, and took out her phone to call her beloved.
But her son's phone was unreachable.
Elara frowned slightly, getting up ready to leave.
Just then, as she opened the door, someone rushed in.
Unexpectedly, she was embraced fully!
A faint tobacco smell mixed with a crisp mint scent; he was...
"Mr. Hawke, please let go of me."
Elara glared at the man embracing her, her face shifting in expression.
Damon felt a fire burning within him, and the aura of the woman before him felt familiar and comforting.
A memory from four years ago seemed to flash in his mind.
The woman also had the scent that made him obsessed.
He tightly gripped her slender waist, pulling her close, his deep eyes, affected by the drug, exuded a dreamy allure.
"Who exactly are you?"
Charlotte Soo?
Why does she make him uncontrollably want her!
Yet facing his fiancée, even when drugged by her, he still felt repulsed!
"I'm your fiancée's sister! Damon Hawke, you hypocrite, look clearly, I'm not your fiancée!"
Elara felt the man's bodily changes, witnessing his attempt to tear off her clothes, forcefully breaking free, raising her hand to slap Damon hard.
The pain on his face caused Damon's thoughts to clear momentarily.
He slowly turned his head, his previously dreamy eyes becoming deeply cold.
"Charlotte Soo, are you looking for death?"
No woman had ever dared to slap him!
She was the first!
"Damon Hawke, you lecher, you deserve to be hit!"
Elara swallowed nervously, hurriedly took out a bottle from her bag, aiming it at Damon.
A pungent smell hit him, and Damon immediately waved his hand, shouting angrily, "Charlotte Soo, what did you spray on me?"
"This is my personally concocted spray to treat lechers, Mr. Hawke, are you awake now?"