The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 831

Chapter 831: 658 Abusing the scum, the Presidential Mansion has lost all its face [6 more updates]

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The air suddenly became still.

No sound could be heard.

Catherine was standing far away, but she could clearly see the man’s face. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Familiar peach blossom eyes, familiar wicked features.

It was as if a thunderclap burst out of nowhere, falling next to Catherine’s ear.

A dull roar sounded, leaving her mind blank.

Fu Yunshen... how could it be Fu Yunshen?

Catherine’s lips trembled violently, feeling dizzy: "How, how come you..."

The paparazzi were also dumbfounded, their gazes vacant.

Old man?

Ying Zijin’s financial backer?

Fu Yunshen was reputed to be the youngest business elite, completely unassociated with the word old.

To call him a financial backer was clearly an insult.

"Mr. Fu!" The manager was the first to react, his legs a bit shaky, "It’s you, why are you here?"

"Why can’t I be here?" Fu Yunshen lifted his eyelashes, curled his lips, his smile cold, "Or are you saying, booking a room with my fiancée violates J Country’s laws?"

This sentence frightened the manager to the point of nearly collapsing: "No, no, Mr. Fu, we didn’t mean that at all. We received a message saying someone was coercing Miss Ying, so we came to check it out."

Before coming, he had already run through all the influential men in this part of Europe in his mind.

But he never thought the person in Ying Zijin’s room would be Fu Yunshen.

And they were even an engaged couple!

"Fiancée..." Catherine’s body swayed again, her lips pale with no color.

Ying Zijin was Fu Yunshen’s fiancée, which made the previous engagement proposal by J Country at the ball nothing but a complete joke.

Catherine’s head was buzzing, her face burning with shame.

What was she doing?

Ying Zijin raised her hand, buttoning up the top two buttons of Fu Yunshen’s shirt, expressionless: "Put your clothes on properly before coming out."

Fu Yunshen lowered his eyelashes, very obedient: "Okay, I’ll go back and buy an Arabian robe and only show it to you."

Their casual exchange left others terrified.

The paparazzi had long fled, not even daring to pick up the cameras they dropped on the ground.

What a joke.

**

The next day.

Early in the morning.

James was having morning tea with the First Lady.

He looked at the newspaper featuring news about the Venus Group, his veins bulging.

Even without the Lorentz Family as an ally, the Venus Group was long beyond what J Country could control.

James snorted coldly, heavily tossed the newspaper onto the table.

The First Lady suddenly spoke: "Where’s Catherine? Didn’t she come back with you?"

Mentioning Catherine, James’s expression softened a bit: "She and a few socialites are still at the hotel, she’ll be back today."

"You too," the First Lady complained, "Why couldn’t you hold your horses? Discussing engagement in private wouldn’t have caused such a scandal."

James was somewhat irritated: "Who knew he had recorded a video five years ago?"

The First Lady shook her head: "Eastern People are indeed shrewd, nothing we can do about it, just have to take the loss."

At this moment, a guard came scrambling in, panic-stricken: "Mr. President, something bad happened!"

"What?" James frowned, suppressing his anger, "Do any of you have any manners? Are you trying to rebel?"