Starting with A Divorce by Gloria Warren

Chapter 654 The Charitable Queen

Makeup artists were already waiting in each celebrity's room, having prepared all the necessary items in advance.

It was almost noon, and there still wasn't any news of getting off the plane.

As noon arrived, the waiter knocked on the door to remind them that it was time for lunch.

Coincidentally, Ainsley's stomach growled, and Manuel smiled knowingly. Without hesitation, they both went

downstairs to have lunch together.

The hotel offers a delightful lunch featuring French cuisine, including tomato thyme cod, white wine escargot, and

fried scallops with foie gras.

When Ainsley saw the food, her hunger became even more apparent. She picked up her utensils and started

eating, ignoring the crazy fans desperately trying to peek through the window.

’This scallop is quite good, almost on par with the ones at Pearl Hotel, but the cod isn't quite as fresh,’ Ainsley

commented while eating.

Manuel joked, "Thank goodness you didn't say it's on par with what Roman makes, otherwise he would immediately

drop everything in Seattle and come here just to challenge this hotel's chef."

He sliced a piece of foie gras and placed it in his mouth, followed by a sip of red wine.

Just then, a commotion erupted at the door.

Before Ainsley could even look back, they heard the group of people calling out Grace's name.

Right after that, as she was looking out the window, she saw a Porsche pull up. First, a bodyguard in a suit and

leather shoes stepped out. Then, he bent down to help someone out of the car. A pair of slender high heels touched

the ground, and a stunning woman emerged from the vehicle.

She was so confident that she didn't even wear a mask. She flashed her pearly whites and smiled at her fans, even

giving them a friendly wave.

Even when a crazy fan reached out and grabbed her hand, she didn't get angry; she just skillfully dodged away.

She's stunning. Ainsley admitted that she was the most radiant person she had ever seen.

Even though she was in her 30s, Grace maintained her appearance as if she were in her 20s. Some celebrities may

have had successful cosmetic procedures, but their eyes would still reveal their true age. However, this was not the

case for Grace. Her eyes and eyebrows still exuded the youthful and vibrant aura of a young girl. Her radiant and

charming demeanor was so captivating that even Ainsley couldn't help but be drawn to her.

In an instant, Ainsley’s gaze met those enchanting eyes. The brilliance was merely a facade, as the icy coldness

hidden beneath sent a shiver down her spine.

From afar, separated by a sea of people and a window, she felt as if she could see those eyes speaking to her,

"What are you looking at?’

With an air of condescension, Ainsley merely glanced at the situation, devoid of any complex emotions.

Ainsley put down the utensils, wiped their mouth, and was ready to rush into the crowd.

Just as she was about to step out the door, Manuel grabbed her wrist. ’Where are you going?’

Ainsley struggled to break free from his grasp. 'I need to ask her about that number. It wasn't easy to find her."

Manuel, however, still held her tightly, "How can you ask now with so many people around? If you go there now, the

bodyguards will think you're one of those fans in the next second."

His deep voice finally calmed Ainsley down. Ainsley watched with wide eyes as Grace entered the hotel, passed by

the restaurant, and got on the elevator.

’Don't worry, I'll arrange a meeting for you. Going there recklessly will only raise their guard.’

Ainsley put down her hand, finally agreeing.

Having enjoyed more than half of the French cuisine, she returned to her room where the makeup artist and stylist

had already finished their preparations. She obediently sat in front of the vanity, allowing the makeup artist to apply

her makeup while the stylist had already selected the perfect jewelry for her.

After completing the base makeup, the two of them worked together to help her put on the evening gown.

After putting on the formal attire, both the stylist and makeup artist were astonished. Ainsley had undergone a

complete transformation, and then they touched up her makeup.

The atmosphere at the hotel entrance bubbled with excitement once again. As each female celebrity got into their

cars, fans eagerly snapped photos, with some even seizing the opportunity to sneak a touch.

'Aisy, let's go."

Ainsley, arm in arm with Manuel, walked out of the hotel, where the assistant had been waiting for a while.

On the way, the assistant discussed the format of the charity gala with the two of them, as well as the order in

which the celebrities would appear.

This charity dinner was different from previous auction events. Instead, it was a direct donation method, with the

funds going to the mountainous region where Grace worked.

By the way, Mr. Gage, you are needed to present an award tonight," the assistant said respectfully.

Manuel nodded slightly, "What kind of prize?’

’Today's banquet not only features charity fundraising activities, but also an award ceremony. The most important

part is the Charity Queen Award, which is specifically presented to Grace by the organizers. Among those present,

no one is more suitable than you," the assistant explained. He was in charge of the awards and was afraid that

Manuel might refuse.

Upon realizing that the award was actually for Grace, Manuel naturally had no objections and agreed right away.

Inside the venue.

Ainsley and Manuel arrived at a time that was neither early nor late. They sat in the front row, watching the

celebrities perform their fake friendships like a play.

In their eyes, there was absolutely no emotion.

Ainsley had learned a lot online about how celebrities would do anything to prove their popularity and importance.

They would try to grab the spotlight in group photos, pretending to be humble and giving up the center position.

Yet, at the moment the shutter clicked, they would do their best to show off their charm, as if they wanted to

outshine everyone else.

Grace didn't plan on making a grand entrance; she leisurely walked into the venue, holding her skirt up slightly.

The reporters were frantically taking pictures, and one of them immediately approached Grace, "Ms. Yannin, why

did you choose this time to return to your country?"

Grace casually said, "I've been abroad for quite a while, and since I have so many fans in Seattle, I realized I

haven't seen them in a long time, so I couldn't wait to come back."

‘So, do you plan on staying this time and not leaving?"

After pondering for a while, Grace finally responded, ’I'd like to explain to everyone that as an actress, I'm more

concerned about my future development, so I’m unable to answer your questions about whether I'll stay or leave

for now."

The host hurriedly came out to mediate the situation, probably because Grace's financial backer had spoken up. As

a result, the reporters didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Watching her speak gracefully, the host quickly asked her to take a seat and rest, as there was still a long award

ceremony and dinner to follow.

The stars from the television appeared on the scene. When Miles entered, the sound of camera shutters increased

several times more than before, and Ainsley was stunned as she looked over.

She tugged at Manuel's arm, "Look over there."

Manuel looked over with a puzzled expression, his face instantly falling. Miles was wearing a meticulously tailored

suit, and to his surprise, Serina was right by his side!

Serina gracefully took Miles' arm as they walked in, not forgetting to glance at the handsome men and beautiful

women around them, exuding confidence and composure.

As she was about to enter the venue, she finally caught sight of Manuel and Ainsley’s eyes staring at her in unison.

Suddenly feeling guilty, she lowered her gaze to her toes, not daring to look up again, afraid to meet Manuel and

Ainsley’s eyes