Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 645: Chapter 645: Expressing Feelings Through Eyes and Brows_1

Violet Nelson stood in front of Roy Howard, half-jokingly said, “Emperor? Then when I meet the emperor, wouldn’t it be disrespectful to leave without paying my respects?”

She had a warm, gentle smile with a soft, pleasant voice. Her words held a hint of playfulness without losing grace and composure.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Gavin Graves introduced to Roy Howard, “This is Violet Nelson, who grew up in the Presidential Palace. Christopher Simonson, the candidate in this election, is her uncle.”

The Simonson family has a political background, with several notable senators, cabinet members, and even a president among their ranks—like Christopher’s grandfather. It is no wonder Violet grew up in the Presidential Palace.

Roy’s eyes sparkled, and his gaze finally settled firmly on Violet as if he had taken a keen interest in her, “Ms. Nelson’s uncle is Christopher Simonson?”

“Mhmm.” Violet’s smile deepened, clearly enjoying the prestige her identity brought her, “I grew up with my aunt, and since my uncle and aunt have no children, they treat me like their own daughter.”

This demonstrated her exceptional status within the Simonson family.

If Roy Howard was the emperor of Wheatley, then she was the princess of Kingsley. How could he be too discerning, as if a princess wasn’t a match for him?

Violet didn’t necessarily truly like Roy, but if she could captivate this legendary figure of Wheatley and have him kneel before her pomegranate dress, it would certainly add weight to her worth.

She liked the look of men being enchanted by her, flocking to her like moths to a flame.

However, Roy seemed to have missed the implication in her words, responding with indifference and a nod before looking away, asking, “Is the magician about to perform?”

Violet’s face turned sour instantly.

A beauty stands before you, and you’re looking at a magician?!

This fleeting embarrassment was quickly overcome by Violet, who swiftly readjusted her smile and followed Roy’s gaze into the distance.

Of all the women present, Roy had ignored them all, not sparing anyone a glance, yet he spoke only to her—at least that proved she was far more successful than any other woman there.

At that moment, the magic show began.

The lights on the lawn went out at once, and a strong beam of light shone on the center stage. The music suddenly intensified as the blonde, blue-eyed magician appeared before the audience, each of his steps in time with the beat, as if performing in a musical, magically conjuring roses from his fingertips.

These were just minor tricks, but as the music ebbed and flowed, the magician’s act became more and more dazzling.

All the guests watched with great interest.

Only Purple Summers looked past the crowd of guests, her gaze fixed on Alexander Summers in the distance.

“Worried about Violet Nelson?” Jane McCain leaned in, “Violet is here to form an alliance through marriage with the Graves family. If she dares to play both sides, it will be an intentional embarrassment for the Graves and a disgrace for the Simonson family. Don’t worry, she won’t dare to flirt with Master Xander.”

Purple was surprised as she looked at Jane.

“I’ve known about it for a while.” Jane whispered in her ear, “The last time you were drunk, I saw your boyfriend come pick you up.”

Purple blinked her eyes, her gaze inadvertently drifting towards Zara Jameson.

“She doesn’t know.” Jane said, then quietly asked Purple, “How did you meet Master Xander?”

Purple gave an awkard smile.

Close your eyes and open them, and just like that, you know each other…

But she couldn’t say that to Jane.

Suddenly excited, Jane grabbed Purple’s arm, “He’s looking at you! He’s looking at you!”

Purple looked up and saw Alexander Summers in the distance, his lips curved in a pleased smile, beckoning her with a crook of his finger.

Because all the guests were focused on the magician in the bright light, no one noticed the silent exchange of looks between the two in the shadows.

“What does that mean?” Jane was beside herself with excitement, struggling to keep from squealing aloud, “What does that mean? Is he asking you to come over? Purple, will you go over there? Will you?”

“What a joke.” Purple’s cheeks tinged with red, she tugged at Jane’s hand and turned her back to Alexander, “I don’t even know him.”