The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory
Chapter 427 - 438 Fashion Godmother’s Prize Quiz (2)
CHAPTER 427: CHAPTER 438 FASHION GODMOTHER’S PRIZE QUIZ (2)
If he remembered correctly, that stepmother Lydia Williams was only about a dozen years older than Koa Jackson.
Which child wouldn’t have some psychological shadows from such a change?
It was said that back then, Koa Jackson suffered from severe depression and was sent abroad by Old Master Jackson for treatment and recuperation?
So—
Could it be that this person had psychological issues, which is why he laid hands on Mia Ginger?
What did Mia Ginger see in him after all?
A good-looking appearance?
Dallas Taylor’s face was expressionless, frowning in deep thought, stern and proper like a statue, making Olivia Williams sitting beside him feel immense pressure.
She was the only girl of this generation in the Williams Family, but not a biological daughter.
Back then, the second lady of the Williams Family was congenitally infertile, so she and her husband adopted her.
After the adoption, within three years, the couple died unexpectedly, and she became one of the Williams, from the only daughter of the Williams’ second branch, she was forced to be raised as the youngest daughter by the Williams’ third branch, bullied by her brother Victor Williams since childhood, naturally developing a gentle and meek personality.
After graduating from college, she worked at Cloud Sky Group but was socially awkward due to her introverted and quiet nature.
This time, she was forcibly paired with Dallas Taylor by her parents.
The purpose...
Olivia Williams slightly lifted her eyes, cautiously glanced at Koa Jackson.
She only felt that he seemed truly cold and distant.
Immediately gave birth to the thought of retreat.
Tightened her handbag, feeling utterly pathetic, glanced at Dallas Taylor, and whispered, "Cousin, I’m going to the bathroom."
"Mm." Dallas Taylor glanced at her.
Olivia Williams stood up, gave Lia Chester an apologetic smile from the side, took two steps back, and turned to leave.
——
Guests continued to enter the venue.
The sounds of talking and light laughter were constant around.
Mia Ginger sat in her seat, looked at Dallas Taylor and Koa Jackson to the left, then at Blair Chester to the right, and felt genuinely depressed.
She knew about Dallas Taylor’s identity as the successor of the Williams Family. Meeting him here wasn’t surprising, but who would have thought that he’d show such familiarity with her right upon meeting, catching her completely off guard. With so many people around now, she couldn’t even explain to Koa Jackson.
Mia Ginger felt a bit helpless.
Particularly when her relationship with Blair Chester was usually mediocre.
Blair Chester has always been proud and aloof, sitting with perfect posture right now, very reserved.
Sighing softly, Mia Ginger said to Koa Jackson, "Brother Jackson, I’m going to the bathroom too."
"Mm." Koa Jackson looked at her, "Do you want me to accompany you?"
"No need." Mia Ginger smiled.
Got up and left.
Asked two waiters before finding the right direction to the bathroom.
As soon as she entered the cubicle, she heard the sound of high heels clacking.
Could it be Dallas Taylor’s date?
As she was thinking, she was startled by an "ah" scream from outside.
Tightly furrowed her eyebrows.
Unexpectedly heard a strange and eerie male voice, "So, have you seen the third child of the Jackson Family?"
The Jackson Family’s third child?
Brother Jackson?
Mia Ginger was taken aback and simply didn’t go out for the time being.
Outside——
Olivia Williams was suddenly pushed against the cold, hard wall, looking at the seemingly drunk man in front of her, utterly shocked.
Victor Williams hadn’t returned home yesterday and hadn’t mentioned attending this banquet at all.
Why did he suddenly show up?
Drank somewhere and inexplicably started bullying her as soon as he arrived...
Speaking in an eerily sarcastic tone.
Olivia Williams clutched her handbag tightly to shield her fair chest, with one hand against the cold wall, frowned and pushed him away, annoyedly saying, "You’re drunk."