CHAPTER 313: CHAPTER 313: BANQUET (PART 9)

"Yes."

The man’s voice was full of magnetic allure, tinged with a coldness.

Everyone followed the source of the voice and looked, as a tall and straight figure came into view.

With broad shoulders and a slim waist, the man wore a specially made black suit. Even through the clothing, his firm and sexy muscle lines were faintly visible.

He was a living clothes hanger.

The group of people stood there, dumbfounded.

My God, isn’t that the Crown Prince?

It’s the Crown Prince, the protagonist of tonight’s social gathering! The President himself! He actually admitted to ’Yes’ just now.

Is it so?

Is it really like that?

Was that special invitation really bestowed by him, giving a different kind of treatment?

"Mr. President..." A noblewoman eagerly approached, dragging her daughter, "Mr. President... This is my daughter, she has admired you for a long time!"

The noblewoman spoke while pushing her daughter in front of the man.

The young woman presented herself in a gentle and elegant manner: "Crown Prince."

Lucas Knight acted as if he hadn’t heard.

He walked directly to Eva Nightingale’s side, took her hand, and then spoke coldly, "Are you alright?"

Eva Nightingale shook her head, "I’m fine."

A group of women was stunned.

The Crown Prince really came to find her? This woman?

Lucas Knight took Eva Nightingale and left.

The group of women, who felt no threat, became even more furious and jealous!

However.

The Crown Prince had only been gone for ten seconds when Harry North arrived with dozens of black-clad bodyguards.

They blocked those women, thinking they could just leave so easily after offending the Crown Princess Consort?

As soon as Harry North arrived, he said coldly, "Either leave on your own! Or I’ll have people throw you all out!"

"..." The women trembled.

Seeing the fierce bodyguards, they were stunned! They were invited by the old lady, and now being thrown out by the bodyguards like this, isn’t that losing face?

They were hoping to meet a group of army heirs and rich heirs in the banquet hall.

Can they just be driven away like this now?

"We were all invited by the old lady! What right do you, a bodyguard, have to kick us out?"

These women, truly! Don’t recognize their own good fate.

"Now let me show you whether I have the right or not." Offend Miss Eva Nightingale, and you still want to have a good time? If it weren’t for the Crown Prince’s respect for the old lady, sparing them personally, they might actually have their tongues cut out!

Harry North ordered, "Throw these women out of the estate and blacklist them." From now on, they should never be allowed to attend such upper-class events!

"Yes, Assistant Harry."

A few brawny men in black went up directly, grabbing the women, and drove them out.

However.

It was not over just by driving them out.

Instead, those four or five women were all made to kneel on the floor in unison.

"Ladies! Your statuses are noble, kneeling for a few hours in front of everyone won’t disgrace you, right? Your family’s face should be, alright, right?"

The women gritted their teeth firmly.

They regretted it to death in their hearts.

Yet they wouldn’t change their arrogant posture: "You lousy bodyguard, what are you acting so high and mighty for? Are you helping that woman because you have something going on with that b*tch?"

"You know our statuses are noble, why don’t you hurry up and let us get up!"

"Lousy bodyguard, you’re just a little follower next to the President! Acting all high and mighty!"

"Exactly, this lousy bodyguard must have something going on with that b*tch woman just now!"

They still wouldn’t mend their ways, continuing to curse.

Harry North, exuding a murderous aura, instructed the bodyguards, "Step forward and give them a good slap!"

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