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Chapter 77 A Slap in the Face There was a gigantic semicircular sofa in the lounge area ahead, and everyone got up to offer their
seats, crowding Silas into a seat right in the middle. Subsequently, everyone went up to greet him
regardless of whether they were acquainted with him. This seemed to be an unwritten rule, which
naturally was also for the sake of making his acquaintance since it was a golden opportunity to
collaborate with Nolan Group. Camila was busy icing Kate’s face, so she didn’t go over to greet him,
but she saw Aleena walking over. “Isn’t that Aleena Jones?” Kate exclaimed, “Summer City is abuzz
with rumors that she’s dating Silas!” Camila nodded. “I saw her earlier and even chatted with her for a
bit. I, too, suspect that she might have come because she knew that Silas would be here.” “That’s
possible. Otherwise, such a cocktail party is beneath her considering her family background,” Kate
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtreplied. “What’s her background?” Camila asked in surprise. “I heard that her father is the director-
general of customs in Summer City,” Kate answered.
Understanding dawned upon Camila. No wonder she’s acquainted with someone like Silas. Meanwhile,
Aleena was truly ecstatic, for she just knew that Silas would definitely attend this cocktail party, so she
specifically came to wait for him. Although Camila didn’t fall into her trap, she was still happy to see
Silas. She walked over and greeted sweetly, “Silas.” With a cigarette in his mouth, Silas lazily glanced
at her and murmured an acknowledgment, treating her the same as he treated others. Feeling
somewhat hurt over his indifferent attitude, Aleena inhaled deeply and remarked with a smile, “If I’d
known that you’d be coming as well, we could have attended together. Look, you’re alone, and I don’t
have a companion either.” The meaning of this remark was as plain as day “I’m not alone,” Silas
replied, his expression indiscernible. Aleena merely giggled awkwardly. “Xavier isn’t a woman.” Silas
stared at her. “Who stipulates that it must be a woman?” Aleena’s expression froze again. The host,
Logan, then attempted to smooth things over, chiming in with a smile, “A pairing of Jack and Jill makes
a tough job a breeze since the two can complement each other!” Upon hearing this, the crowd burst out
laughing Aleena gave a tight smile as well. Looking at Silas with a shy and timid gaze, she commented
ingratiatingly, “I visited Grandpa this morning, and we even spoke of you.”
As she said that, she walked over to him in hopes of sitting beside him. Logan who happened to sit
beside Silas stood up perceptively. “Aleena, come and sit here.”
Silas, however, suddenly raised his eyes and shot him a glare, his gaze threatening although his voice
remained placid. “Are you that busy?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLogan embarrassingly sat back down. “Not at all. I was just thinking of making arrangements to take
this party elsewhere,” he replied with a smile. “No need. Staying here is fine,” Silas countered
nonchalantly. Aleena stood frozen in mortification, torn between taking a seat and remaining standing.
At one point, aggrieve flooded her. Why must Silas be so cruel to me when I came just because of
him? By now, everyone with half a mind could tell that Silas just didn’t want to bother with Aleena, so
no one did anything for some time until the lady who came with Aleena called out to her, giving her a
way out of this embarrassing situation. Smiling, she bid Silas farewell and left.
After she’d left, a group of women gossiped about her in hushed tones, saying, “Miss Jones always
regards herself as Silas Nolan’s woman, yet look at the slap in the face she was just given. I’m
mortified on her behalf.”
“Silas Nolan is brutal as well, not giving her any quarter!” “Who can she blame? He has never
acknowledged their relationship. Rather, she’s the one putting feathers in her own cap.” “Exactly. She
invited scorn herself!”