CHAPTER 87: CHAPTER 57: A BOLT FROM THE BLUE (PART 1 OF 2)

Serena Jennings covered her mouth with a laugh, "Second Sister, have you thought it through? I’m not quite sure what you’re talking about."

Stella Jennings took a light sip of the champagne in her glass, "You’ve chosen Jasper Hawthorne, does that mean you’re taking a stand against me? With not a sliver of a chance to win, you’re still going to do this?"

Serena laughed again, "Second Sister, aren’t you a bit overconfident? Who says our Jasper doesn’t stand a chance? He’s the most promising asset of the Hawthorne Family right now, whether in terms of capability or age..."

Her words were loaded with tension.

Stella sneered coldly, "Really? But it seems you’ve forgotten who currently holds the reins at Aegis Group!"

At this point, it indeed struck a nerve with Serena, because no matter what, the one in power at Aegis Group was Jason Hawthorne, not Jasper.

But she didn’t get angry, "Second Sister, fortunes change! Who can say what the future holds? I just can’t believe you’re really willing to be a stepmother to a five-year-old child."

Stella was so furious her whole body trembled, not from someone else, but from her own sister, almost spitting blood—how humiliating to even mention it!

"That’s right, Jasper is several years younger, but so what? Jason was already an executive at that age, and what about Jasper? He’s only a promising asset in your eyes! In this regard, his third uncle has already bested him!"

After taking a deep breath, Stella launched a fierce counterattack.

Mercilessly!

Serena couldn’t help but clench her fists, but then she laughed coquettishly, "Second Sister, I was just joking with you! After all, we’re sisters, and we’ll be family in the future, we should be united..."

For her sudden change of tone, Stella didn’t give her a friendly face either, snorted coldly, and walked away with her champagne.

This younger sister of hers had always liked to compete over dolls, over affection, more scheming than herself. At the time, she didn’t take it seriously, but thinking back now, it sent chills down her spine.

Airport.

Laura Quincy had just gotten off the plane when she received a call from the driver, Wood. She hurried to Exit 3 as he instructed. From the moment she boarded the plane until now, she had been racing against the clock.

She tiredly rubbed her aching calves, knowing well that as an employee, she could be summoned wherever there was a need...

The driver, Wood, glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "Miss Quincy, the box on the back seat holds clothes prepared for you. Where would you like to change first?"

Laura looked faintly at the square box placed on the seat, "Do I still have to change clothes?"

Wood nodded, "Although you are Mr. Wells’ accompanying translator, it is a dinner party after all, and you should dress a bit formally."

Laura nodded in understanding, "Then let’s go back to the office first!"

By the time she changed into evening wear and arrived at the event, it was already eight o’clock. Mr. Wells had just arrived too. Dressed in a black knee-length dress, Laura exuded elegance and intellect, her chestnut-colored wavy hair cascading to one side, perfectly showcasing the elegant curve of her right neck...

She humbly followed behind Mr. Wells, quietly translating for him whenever someone greeted them.

This was her first time attending such a grand celebration dinner. The venue was beautifully arranged, and the guests appeared to be people you wouldn’t typically encounter.

But she wasn’t concerned with that. She was only interested in the delicious snacks on the buffet table...

Having rushed back from Port Sovereign, she’d only had a piece of bread on the plane and was now starving, itching to dive into the spread.

Just then, Mr. Wells ran into an old friend and let Laura wander off on her own for a while.

Laura was delighted at this opportunity and headed straight for the buffet.

She was enjoying the snacks by herself when she unintentionally glanced up, only to spot a surprising figure.

This time, she wasn’t mistaken!

Tonight, Jasper was dressed in a light blue pinstripe suit, looking handsome and elegant, with a pretty girl in a pomegranate-red dress affectionately holding his arm...

The two of them... matched well.

In an instant, her steps felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch.

What was going on?

Why was Jasper at the company’s sixtieth anniversary gala dinner?

Who was the beautiful girl beside him?

Why hadn’t he mentioned attending tonight’s event?

Suddenly, she recalled him asking if she would attend...

Could it be—

She dared not think further, and the image of that back she had accidentally seen at the commercial street last time involuntarily emerged in her mind. Was it really Jasper?