The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1417

At four in the afternoon, Chloe arrived at the administrative district of Y Country, where the state banquet was to

be held. She came early to do a rehearsal. Queen Julia had been hosting foreign dignitaries all day, touring around,

and watching the military parade.

At seven in the evening, the state banquet began, and the unique dishes became the center of attention. There was

no doubt that the scale of the state banquet was grander than ever.

Five in the afternoon was the meal time for the artists participating in the state banquet performance. Everyone

that participated in the banquet performance of Y Country were excellent ones in their respective fields and could

be considered top–notch artists worldwide. Naturally, their dining locations and treatment couldn’t be neglected.

So, this also became a small banquet full of artistic atmosphere.

People gathered in small groups, tasting delicious food, sipping fresh juice, and sharing their lifelong artistic insights.

The atmosphere was great.

When Becky pushed Wendy in, the banquet hall fell silent for a moment. Most people’s gaze lingered on them for a

bit, then quietly retreated.

Artists all shared one common flaw, that was, they were too full of themselves, carrying a kind of world–weary

emotion. They believed that apart from their peers, most people couldn’t understand their artistic philosophy! What

could a few young women who were new to all this understand?

Becky was angered by the arrogance and contempt in their eyes, and she wanted to curse them for pretending to

be elegant, exaggerating too much. They appeared as princesses here, and not many even took the initiative to

greet them, let alone compliment them.

But she had just left the house and Ava had warned her not to speak casually. It hadn’t even been half an hour. She

couldn’t mess up now.

Becky gritted her teeth and held back her dissatisfaction. Barbara stood elegantly on the side, indifferent.

After being treated like this by the guests, Wendy also felt aggrieved. Her thoughts were exactly like Becky’s. She

could see the arrogance and contempt in their eyes, but if they were so arrogant, why did they all rush to attend

the state banquet?

It was clear that the worldly achievements made them, but they turned around and despised the world. Didn’t they

find that contradictory?

“Barbara, Becky, let’s eat here too.” Wendy suddenly spoke because she had looked around the entire banquet hall

as soon as she entered, and Chloe was nowhere

to be seen.

This was the only place where Chloe could dine. Unless she didn’t eat, she had to come here. Wendy wanted Chloe

to see that even if she had been tortured by Damon, she still came, appearing together with two royal princesses.

After Chloe remembered the order of appearance and finished walking the field, she changed into her dress in the

dressing room in advance to save time, put on her coat, and was led by her attendant to the dining place.

By the time she arrived, Barbara, Becky, and Wendy were about to dine in a corner. The waiter placed the dishes in

front of the three of them and was about to leave when he heard someone say, “Wait.”

The waiter stopped and turned to Wendy, politely asking, “Ma’am, do you have any other needs?”

Wendy’s face was expressionless, and she coldly said while pointing to the spaghetti in her plate, “Feed me.”

The waiter was stunned, and Barbara and Becky next to her also stopped their actions, looking at Wendy with

furrowed brows.

Wendy’s tone carried a firm command, and this sense of entitlement attracted the side glances of those around,

everyone’s face was full of displeasure. Who was this woman? So rude!

“Are you crazy? Can’t you eat yourself?” Becky couldn’t stand the gazes around her and reprimanded Wendy in a

low voice.

Barbara’s face was even worse, looking at Wendy’s self–righteous eyes, feeling full of sarcasm. How stupid.

In response to Becky’s accusation, Wendy’s face showed a hint of apologetic smile, “Becky, I’m sorry. It’s just that

my hands are not convenient now. I can’t ask you two nobles to feed me, can I?” Wendy’s shoulders had been

injured by Damon. Moving her arms would cause severe pain. She came here to laugh at Chloe, but not to be

laughed at.

Becky finally realized, “Oh, I see.” She looked up at the waiter next to her and nodded at him, “What are you

waiting for? Feed her! Her arms are injured!”

Although Becky’s tone was still cold and arrogant, at least she gave an explanation. Everyone looked at Wendy with

different expressions.

The waiter was reluctant, but he picked up the fork, rolled up a mouthful of spaghetti, and fed Wendy.

Wendy opened her mouth and ate.

Barbara looked at Wendy’s helpless look and was even more unhappy. Not wanting to look at her anymore, Barbara

turned her eyes away, but immediately saw Chloe standing at the door.

Chloe was watching Wendy enjoy being fed by others. Her face had a smirk, making people very uncomfortable.

She seemed to notice someone was looking at her, turned her head and met Barbara’s gaze.

Chloe’s face was expressionless, calm and composed.

Barbara’s heart raced. She had seen Chloe in the news, but now face to face, she felt an inexplicable pressure.

Chloe had a hard–to–describe temperament. Was it her grace, or was her temperament just like Queen Julia?

That kind of feeling was something Barbara had always wanted. However, despite spending so much time with

Queen Julia, she was still unable to understand the essential concept, despite her best efforts. Now she easily saw it

on Chloe, a woman who had lived in the civilian area for more than twenty years.

Barbara cienched her knife and fork, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes. At the same time, she became

more wary of Chloe. She had once looked down on Chloe because of Wendy’s stupidity. Now that they met, she

suddenly understood that a woman who could catch Damon’s eye would definitely not be ordinary.

People noticed Chloe and started to gather around her. As an internationally renowned perfumer, she might not

appeal to the average Joe, but the artists present, who constantly attend events worldwide, were super into fashion.

To them, dressing up was a big deal, and quite a few of them were either interested in or obsessed with perfume.

For these sensitive and delicate artists, any scent could potentially become their muse.

To them, Chloe was the “Picasso of scents“.

“You’re Star, right?” A probing voice made Wendy, who was in the middle of munching her pasta, freeze. She

stayed put, casting her eyes in Chloe’s direction.

Chloe’s gaze swept over Wendy’s face. In Chloe’s smirk, Wendy saw sarcasm. At that moment, Wendy suddenly felt

a strong sense of humiliation.

Chloe was standing there unscathed while Wendy felt like she was crippled, just waiting for handouts. She initially

just wanted to but instead, Chloe beat her to the punch, making Wendy the laughingstock.

see Chloe make a fool of herself,