The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1440

Cole glanced at Wendy, then sighed, considering her condition. “As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. The

banquet’s about to start. You and your sister Phoebe should get ready.”

Cole then glanced at the silent Phoebe, and his gaze unconsciously grew cold. “You’ll be going with Wendy! You

better behave yourself there. You know what kind of party it is. The Alonso family has been taking care of you for

years, and now’s the time to show some gratitude. If you can’t find a suitable man at this party, I will…”

“You’ll marry me off to that fool from P City, right?”

Cole paused, surprised at Phoebe’s harsh words. He’d never thought the usually quiet and obedient Phoebe would

talk to him like this. “What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!”

Phoebe smirked coldly, making the atmosphere a bit awkward. Wendy jumped in “Phoebe, how could you talk to

our father like that, don’t you know how hard he’s been working?”

“Yeah, Dad’s been working hard, but who put him in this situation?”

Phoebe’s words left Wendy speechless. “Phoebe, it seems you have a big misunderstanding of me…”

“A misunderstanding?” Phoebe scoffed.

“Enough! What are you two squabbling about?!” Cole, sensing that Phoebe might have had more to say, cut their

conversation short. “The banquet is about to start, aren’t you going to get ready? I’m warning you, don’t cause any

more trouble, or I’ll teach you a lesson!”

He left after saying that; leaving Wendy and Phoebe in silence.

“Phoebe, it seems you’re not taking me seriously anymore…

Phoebe suddenly grabbed the wheelchair and spun Wendy around. Wendy almost fell off the wheelchair. “Phoebe

you…”

“Do you think you’re worth anyone’s attention right now?” Phoebe pushed the wheelchair towards the banquet hall

after saying that.

“Phoebe, are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Heh,” Phoebe scoffed. “Isn’t it more cruel and painful to live than to die?”

Her voice was calm, and her eyes were devoid of emotion, but that made her even more terrifying.

Wendy, sitting in the wheelchair, couldn’t see Phoebe’s expression, and just scoffed in response, “Right, you’re

absolutely correct. Wait and see, I’m really curious to see if Chloe, that bitch, is living a life worse than death.”

“You never learn, do you?” Phoebe retorted.

“Phoebe, I’m in a good mood right now, so I won’t argue with you. You better behave tonight, or you might end up

marrying that fool from P City.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

After that, the two stopped talking.

Phoebe, in a white dress that reached her ankles, with her natural hair simply tied in a side braid, looked fresh and

graceful. Her beauty was eye–catching, but not out of place in that setting.

When Phoebe pushed Wendy into the banquet hall, the whole place fell silent.

Today’s venue was next to yesterday’s state banquet hall, equally luxurious. Everyone was dressed to the nines. The

dazzling chandeliers were casting a golden glow over the guests sipping from their wine glasses, mingling, and

laughing, high society in full swing.

Seeing the atmosphere in the banquet hall, Wendy knew that this was the real high society. Although she had

attended so–called high society gatherings before, they paled in comparison to a royal banquet. The people here

were undoubtedly from influential families, all descendants of prominent families.

Wendy smiled, realizing her naivety. She had always thought that the Harper family’s background was unrivaled.

But it seemed that any man her age here was from a family no less prestigious than the Harpers. Even if some

were less prestigious, how much less could they be?

“Maybe I don’t need to fixate on one person. There may be better men in the world than Damon.” Wendy said with

hope to Phoebe behind her.

“Really? Then I sincerely hope you can find a man better than Mr. Harper tonight.”

Wendy smiled.

Just then, there was a commotion in the crowd.

Barbara appeared at the entrance of the banquet hall in a pure white dress, with a unique one–shoulder design,

half–exposing her memorizing shoulder. The asymmetrical hem of the dress, her wavy hair, and matching diamond

jewelry all showed off her noble and Juxurious appeal. The dazzling tiara on her head fully displayed her royal

status.

Barbara’s entrance, with her fragrance wafting and her skirt swaying, immediately drew everyone’s attention.

Most people would tend to forgive someone’s past wrongdoings when they saw how beautiful they were, even

temporarily forgetting their past errors. Just like now, the person appearing in everyone’s eyes was the most

prestigious Princess Barbara of Y Country.

Voices of admiration rose and fell, and Barbara’s smile was full of confidence.

Not long after her appearance, other members of the royal family began to arrive. Wendy’s gaze was immediately

drawn to a man, as were the gazes of most women in the room. Mathew, in a white suit, walked out

expressionlessly. His face, coupled with his aura, made him look extremely handsome and dignified.

“That’s Prince Mathew. He is really handsome,” someone commented.

“He’s royal blood, high up on the ladder, and seriously hot, like a real–life Prince Charming!”

“Who knows what kind of woman he’s into…”

All the men were drawn to Barbara, and practically all the women had their eyes glued on Mathew. But in that

moment, no one had the guts to make the first move and approach their dream prince.

Wendy turned her head, suddenly saying, “Let’s go hit him up.” Of course, she was referring to Mathew.