Chapter 101 The Stars Of The Banquet
She gave up wondering after a while. Carrying the briefcase, she headed to the changing room. She did not want to wear the attire at first. Nevertheless, she was instantly enthralled when she popped it open.
Sitting in it was a mesmerizing necklace. Its color was slightly on the dark side, but it looked exquisite nonetheless.
What fascinated her the most was the sapphire blue gown. It did not have any unnecessary embellishments on it, and its fabric was as soft as a cloud, making it comfortable to touch. In fact, there were no signs of stitching found on it, as though the gown was crafted entirely out of a single yard of silk.
Overtaken by her fascination, she could not help but change into the enrapturing gown. Looking at her image in the mirror, she felt her jaw drop to the ground.
To begin with, she was tall and slim, and her legs were long and slender. Clad in the striking gown, she looked just like a queen out of a fairytale. It fitted her perfectly, accentuating her fair skin and alluring, enticing figure.
This dress seemed to have different effects when worn by different people. If Lana had worn it, she would appeal to the primal urges of the male mind.
Strangely, when it was worn by Jennifer, the dress gave off a more graceful air.
Everyone would look good in that gown and invoke different feelings.
She could even smell a light scent coming from the gown. It was familiar, but she could not recall where she had gotten a whiff of it.
Did someone wear it before me? Jennifer was having doubts at first. Nevertheless, she convinced herself that she had given it too much thought and soon proceeded to put on the necklace.
In a split second, her elegant aura poured out under that gown.
Standing in front of the mirror, she scrutinized her image for a long time. In the end, she frowned and sighed meekly.
Nigel said that he would get me a gown. So, did Nigel prepare this? Although it’s not a luxury brand, it seems exquisite.
As she arrived at that conjecture, her guilt toward Nigel deepened.
At ten o’clock in the morning, the celebration for Conner’s eightieth birthday had formally commenced.
Jennifer drew in a deep breath and walked out of the room.
The hall, also known as the “goldfish bowl,” was filled with guests waiting on their seats. The whole scene looked lavish and majestic.
As everyone had changed into their formal attires, the banquet seemed like a rendezvous only the elite could attend. Although the Tayhaven King had lost their original mightiness, as long as they were still alive, everyone dared not disrespect them.
Jennifer did not attract much attention when she entered the hall. Even Kevin failed to notice her.
Everyone had their gazes fixated on a captivating lady on the stage.
She was not someone from the Wilson family, but from the Yeager family.
Nigel’s grandmother was a graceful noble lady from an affluent family that still held immense power after one hundred years. She was a descendant of the Yeager family of Jadeborough.
She was the well-known Shannon Yeager.
If anyone could bear the moniker of being swan-like, it would undoubtedly be Shannon.
Every slight movement of hers discharged an air of dominance. One could see that she was of sovereign stock.
She was young, around twenty-five years old. Aside from that, she was tall, at 1.75 meters, and had the figure many women coveted. Standing on the stage in a red, big gown, she had her fair, bright skin exposed on her back. Wrapped around her wrist was a gleaming, crystalline bracelet, which was worth a king’s ransom.
“Oh my gosh. Isn’t that the ancient Phoenix Bracelet? I’ve heard that it’s priceless!” Thomas stared eye-wide, astonished. “This gown seems to be handcrafted by my acquaintance, the Dexterous Lady.”
Indeed, the heavens favored Shannon.
Holding Shannon’s hand, Sydney was beaming in exhilaration.
Although they were both from the Yeager family, they were five generations apart. Therefore, it was the best decision for Nigel and Shannon to get married, since both the families shared the same idea.
Standing beside Shannon was Nigel, who displayed a solemn demeanor, for he did not utter a word at all.
Another young man caught everyone’s attention too.
He was Rodrick, the man who founded Rodrick Foundation all by himself. He, too, was casting an indifferent countenance, with a few muscular men in suits tailing behind him.
Clad in a silver suit, he sipped the red wine in relish while gazing at Shannon, his eyes burning with passion.
Aside from the Wilson family of Tayhaven, the other branches of the Eight Branches of the Wilson family had no right to show themselves on the stage. They could never be deemed an aristocratic family despite being affluent.
The only two ways to truly become one were through amalgamation or marriage.
