Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering

Chapter 1196 - 1193: When Will Vengeance Ever End?

"However, Eldest Young Master Calvin of the Morgan Family... better be mentally prepared before going to see!" Otherwise, you might stumble upon a heated outdoor affair...-

"Mmm..."

"Ah... Benjamin, my dear... I love you, you must believe me! Even if I marry into the Morgan Family, I still love you."

"We’ve been together for so many years, do you not understand my heart at all... Mmm..."

Under the night sky, two figures could be faintly seen, seemingly clinging to each other, whispering sweet nothings.

A large crowd rushed over, frightening the pair under the moonlight, prompting them to quickly disperse.

Actually, Benjamin Grant didn’t directly kiss her; today, he came into Lan Bay Elegant Court with Douglas Grant, suddenly running into ’Isabelle Coldwell’. She wanted to win him back, but Benjamin felt nothing...

"Little whore! How shameless!"

"Already has a fiancé and still tries to seduce our Benjamin Grant... Why does one person get to hog so many men!!"

A group of young ladies rushed over, while Calvin Morgan stood far behind the crowd, heart aching.

"Heh. I was merely chatting with Benjamin Grant, what of it? My husband doesn’t mind, why should you say anything? I’m getting married from A City to your Sovereign Capital next month; is it wrong to gather some relations now?" Isabelle Coldwell scoffed, tossing her long hair, "I have other matters, scheduled for a dance, can’t accompany you."

She didn’t notice Calvin Morgan at the very back.

...

Arriving at the banquet hall, a female voice sounded, "Young Madam!"

"Wow, good evening, Young Madam..."

"Young Madam is so beautiful!!"

Isabelle Coldwell’s eyes revealed a malicious glint, glancing over to see a woman in a luxurious light pink evening gown—Eva Nightingale.

The gown was the latest Chanel design of the season, handcrafted by the country’s most renowned master, its sheer fabric comfortable to wear. The off-shoulder design revealed her collarbones.

Eva Nightingale smiled warmly in reply, "Good evening, everyone." She held a glass of champagne, and the enormous Heart of the Ocean diamond ring on her ring finger shone brilliantly, unignorable.

Lucas Knight had just entered the banquet hall with her, his large hand gentlemanly positioned at her waist throughout the walk down the red carpet, drawing envious gazes from all around.

A silent complaint: ’Damn, blinding my titanium alloy dog eyes with their showing off...’

Now she was the focal point, the Young Madam of the Knight Clan, performing according to agreement. She was doing her best to play the part.

Yes...

She constantly reminded herself, this was just a mutually beneficial contract marriage; after 11 months, they would part ways.

After greeting everyone, Eva Nightingale took a sip from her glass and headed to the VIP lounge with her gown.

"Eva Nightingale!"

A female voice, seemingly calm but harboring waves of resentment, reached her ears.

"Eva Nightingale! You inflamed my face!!"

"You damned bitch, why are you not dead yet! Why aren’t you dead!!"

Isabelle Coldwell was unable to suppress her inner rage any longer; there weren’t many people in the lounge, and she had come to Lan Bay Elegant Court tonight with the sole purpose of settling lifetime scores with Eva Nightingale.

"Are you crazy?" Eva Nightingale set down her wine glass, her recognition of the designer-clad woman before her limited only to a Marwell Islands honeymoon trip.

Because three years ago, Eva Nightingale’s memories had been forcibly erased with drugs injected by Eliana Beckett.

Eva Nightingale didn’t recognize the old enemy standing before her.