Obsession With Mr. Right novel Chapter 45

At this moment, the noisy hall suddenly quieted down. The CEO of the Wolf Group, Marcus, stood on the circular stage of the hall with a microphone in his hand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet. Our President has something to tell you."

Hearing that the president of Wolf Group had something to say, everyone quieted down and looked at the stage.

Elizabeth also suppressed her anger and looked at Marcus on the stage. Marcus continued to say.

"As we all know, we've held the B City Feast perfectly for three years. This is the fourth one. In order to thank for your coming and full support, our president specially recorded a VCR segment to express his gratitude to all of you who attended the party."

As Marcus spoke, a photo appeared on the large LCD screen behind him.

A helicopter roared into view amidst a vast expanse of ice and snow, and those who love skiing would know at first glance that it was the CMH heli-skiing in the Canadian Columbia Mountains.

The helicopter stopped after hovering in the air, and a man in a ski suit came down from the helicopter.

He was so wrapped up in clothes and equipment that he could not be seen clearly. The man was tall and strong, and it could be seen that he was not an old man, nor was he suffering from a hidden disease.

He made a gesture to the camera, and a low voice sounded in the hall.

"Welcome to the B City Feast! I wish you a good time!"

He said in German. His low voice was extraordinary with a low magnetic force.

Everyone looked at his dashing figure swooping down the piste in the screen. He was as vigorous as a running tiger and snowflakes was flying in the screen. The hall was quiet.

Richard put down the glass of red wine that he had been holding and clapped his hands gently. The quiet people also reacted, the thunderous applause sounded in the hall.

Elizabeth and Charles looked at the screen and couldn't look away. It was beyond their imagination that the president of Wolf Group was such a young man.

A mocking laughter came from the side.

"Didn't someone just say that the president of Wolf Group was an old man with a hidden illness? Did she be proven wrong? Ha ha ha!"

Elizabeth's face turned red, and she couldn't help but refute, "This may be a cover. Maybe this person is not the real president of Wolf Group at all, but a substitute?"

The lady, who was arguing with Elizabeth, sneered, "There are just some people who don't want to believe the facts, calling the beauty ugly and devaluing others into the dust. What a poor taste and how shameless! It doesn't matter. Just be happy yourself."

Being scolded by someone made Elizabeth very angry. Charles glared at her. She suppressed her anger and looked at Valeria with hatred, who stood there like a triton out of the minnows.

It was all because of this little b*tch, who had disgraced her nephew and brought sarcasm down on her. When had she ever been so humiliated?

It really pissed her off. "Valeria, just wait and see. You'll be the one to suffer in the future."

The feast didn't end until the wee hours of the morning. The organizers prepared rooms for the guests. Valeria didn't go back but stayed.

She sent a message to Young Master William, "I'm staying in Wolf Group tonight. I'm not going back."

William replied in a second, "I see. How's it going?"

"Very successful. Thank you for your help, and thank Richard. If it weren't for him to help me out, I would have had a big trouble tonight."

"Really?" William gave a wee smile and the phone rang. He picked it up and Richard's voice came.

"I have done everything you asked me to do. Now you owe me a big favor."

"It's just a small matter which only needs a few words. A great favor? Don't be so shameless." William retorted mercilessly.

"Is it a small matter? Because of you, I offended your elder brother and his wife, Ronald, and Mason. I've offended so many people, you can't brush me off in a few words. William, aren't you too heartless?"

Richard protested.

"Come on, don't pretend to be miserable. I know that you've been working hard. Thank you for your help. I'll treat you to a meal later. Is that okay?"