The Stolen Heiress: Claimed by her Father's Ruthless Enemy. novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: The business party (1).

"How do I look?" I asked Victoria as she hooked my gold necklace.

"You look stunning, ma’am," she responded with a little smile.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Indeed, I looked gorgeous. The golden dress matched my skin and hair color. The shape of the dress also enhanced my little curve. My makeup was light, but made me look more beautiful than I already was.

However, I noticed that the whole time, Victoria never smiled too much. Each time I said something, she would only look at me through the mirror and make a thin-lipped smile. Something was definitely wrong. She seemed to be holding back from saying something.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

She hesitated for a moment before speaking. "No, ma’am... I just don’t have a good feeling about you going to that party."

"Why? It is just a business party, an exclusive one at that."

"I know that, ma’am." She nodded her head. "But I just have this weird feeling I couldn’t take off my chest..."

Maybe her weird feeling is about something else entirely. This wasn’t just any business party, it was a prominent one that was heavily guarded. Who would want to hurt me in a place like that?

"Don’t worry about me. I will be just fine," I reassured her, standing up. "The time is almost up, I will take my leave now."

"Alright. Just be careful."

I nodded with a smile and strode out of the room, after looking at myself in the mirror for the last time.

On my way downstairs, I didn’t think much about what Victoria said. She was a stranger who barely knew me. So, what she felt about the party shouldn’t matter.

Reaching the stairs, I placed my hand on the railing, as I carefully stepped down. The fishtail part of my dress was a bit too tight. It was holding my lower thighs together, restricting my movement.

While taking the last two steps, I caught sight of Alexander making a phone call. He was already dressed in black suit as always, but his hair was styled differently. It was neatly combed back. He looked even more expensive.

He ended the call and looked away, but sharply turned his head to look back again, as if he had sighted someone’s shadow before.

He gazed at me from my head down to my toes, then up to my face again for about four solid seconds.

"Let’s go," he said, expressionlessly. Then he turned his back on me and started to walk out of the mansion.

I almost rolled my eyes, irritated, as I followed right after him to his car. Well, what was I even expecting?

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