Chapter 7: The Beijing Celebrity

After presenting the gifts, Evelyn and Raymond walked towards their seats at the table.

At this time, the seats were still empty, so they had to wait on the side.

Halfway through, Raymond's cell phone rang.

He glanced at his phone and then hurried to the side garden.

Evelyn knew it was Linda calling.

But she didn't care and instead admired the antique collection in the banquet hall.

A whole wall of Song Dynasty blue and white porcelain is breathtaking.

Soon, a young girl came forward.

"Are you Mrs. Yale?" the girl asked.

Evelyn turned gracefully: "What's up?"

"I am Bai Qian, the granddaughter of the commander of the Beijing Military Region. Excuse me, can you share your recipe for the Li Wang Flower?" the girl said shyly.

Before Evelyn could speak, the girl hurriedly added, "I am willing to buy the recipe, no matter the price."

Evelyn smiled and said, "This formula is not a secret. It is just something I made for fun in my spare time. If you like it, Miss Bai, I will give it to you."

The girl's eyes sparkled with joy: "Really?"

"Of course, add WeChat and I'll send it to you tonight."

The girl happily added Evelyn on WeChat.

At this time, several girls gathered around: "I want one too, I want one too, Mrs. Yale, can you add me on WeChat?"

Evelyn was a little confused by this sudden situation, but she still added WeChat one by one and promised to send the recipe to them in the evening.

After all, these girls are either rich or noble, some are daughters of mayors, some are daughters of top chaebols, and some are even granddaughters of central party secretaries.

Joyce watched from afar as the celebrities in the Beijing circle surrounded Evelyn and added her WeChat. She was filled with jealousy and complained to Susan , "Mom, are they crazy? A group of celebrities in the Beijing circle are trying to curry favor with Evelyn . What are they trying to do?"

Susan responded calmly, "They are not stupid. The guests gave so many gifts before, but only hers caught the old lady's eye. They just want to get the recipe so that they can please Grandma Browns in the future."

Susan sighed softly: "Among those people, someone will definitely become the young mistress of the Browns family ."

Joyce snorted coldly: "What's the point of pleasing the old lady? It's up to Justin to decide who to marry. Maybe Justin doesn't like these princesses who are bound by dogma at all, but likes the unruly Cinderella instead."

Susan seemed to see through Joyce's thoughts.

"Joyce, although our James family is considered a prominent family in Rongcheng, we are still far behind these daughters of the Beijing circle. The Browns family is not something that a small family like us can dream of."

Susan comforted him, "Mom will definitely find a good marriage for you in Rongcheng."

"Mom, you also said that Rongcheng can't be compared with Beijing. People always strive for higher goals. How can I know if Justin will like me if I don't try?"

Susan shook her head, looking helpless.

The difference in family background is sometimes like an insurmountable mountain. Rich people are more realistic than ordinary people, especially the wealthy families, who pay more attention to matching.

The prince and Cinderella in fairy tales are hard to find in reality.

On the other side, the girls surrounded Evelyn, calling her "sister" all the time.

Evelyn also called them sisters, which made the little girls very happy.

However, the good relations between them were only on the surface; secretly they were still competing with each other and refusing to give in to each other.

"I saw him last month and he praised me for being more beautiful."

"No one knew Justin was in Rongcheng before the old lady sent out the invitations. You are lying."

"I lied, but isn't it too corny to call you Mr. Browns ? Are you familiar with Justin ? Have you talked to him?"

Several young ladies were arguing endlessly.

Evelyn also understood.

It turns out that they all like Justin.

But Evelyn was puzzled.

They have prominent wealth and status, so why do they insist on marrying Justin?

Bai Qian seemed to see Evelyn's doubts.

She explained awkwardly, "Evelyn, we all like Justin, not because of his title of the richest man. If you had seen him, you would understand. Anyone who has seen his face would feel that no other man in the world can compare to him."

Evelyn burst out laughing.

It turns out they are a group of people who are obsessed with looks.

Evelyn understood, after all, she also liked handsome guys.

In the beginning, I fell in love with that guy, not only because I lost control of myself after drinking the first time, but I also kept him for three years afterwards. Wasn't it just because I was attracted by his beauty?

"The young master is back!" The housekeeper hurried in and ran towards the old lady.

The originally bustling banquet hall suddenly became silent.

Everyone's eyes turned to the door.

Could the young master the butler was referring to be Justin?

I heard that Grandma Browns had three daughters and gave birth to this only son when she was in her forties.

The young ladies who were chattering just now have now fallen silent.

They looked towards the door with excitement and anticipation.

Evelyn followed their gaze towards the door.

A long leg stepped over the threshold.

The man was dressed in a formal suit, a high-end custom-made suit with a dark blue tie.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his back was straight, with perfect proportions. Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the heart of a girl.

Just looking at her figure, she is already a top-notch girl.

Evelyn also secretly admired her in her heart.

Then, her eyes moved from bottom to top, falling on the man's face.

When Evelyn saw the man's face clearly, she froze instantly.

She felt her blood freeze as if she was under a spell.

The facial features on that face were extremely outstanding, and the jawline was as clear as if it was carved by a knife, just like Nuwa's most proud masterpiece.

His skin was white, almost otherworldly and cold.

Just like the finest white porcelain fired in thousand-year-old caves, it has been tempered by fierce fire and exudes pure and ultimate beauty.

But his lips were rosy, as if he had put on lipstick.

This touch of red saves the fragility brought by the cold white, as if a god who was demoted to the mortal world was still born in a royal family and is naturally noble.

His temperament was cold and detached, and wherever he went, he brought a chill.

The man's gaze did not linger on Evelyn's face for a moment.

Soon she passed by.

Evelyn remained stunned.

After a long while, she finally asked, "Who is he?"

The little girls around were chattering.

"He is Justin, the one and only one in the Beijing circle."

"I haven't seen him for three years. He looks even more handsome and even cooler."

"You swore before that you wanted to pursue him, but now you don't even dare to say hello!"

"You're still talking about me, aren't you just as cowardly!"

Several socialites started arguing again.

Only Evelyn was unable to come back to her senses for a long time, and was secretly thinking in her heart.

Could it really be him?

Probably not...