The whole venue was decorated according to Angie's wishes. She personally came over to supervise the work for a few days.
On the side of the entrance were supposed to be photos of Angie and Eric. However, they completely disappeared.
What did that mean?
Angie's heart trembled violently.
She lifted her skirt and walked down quickly. Her expression was glum.
When she reached there, she was furious, and her palms were cold.
"What’s going on here? Where are the photos that were placed here? Who told you to move them?"
Her voice attracted the attention of many people.
Everyone knew her background, so no one who did honest business dared to start a friendship with her.
The surrounding people looked at each other, not knowing what she was talking about.
Mitchell sighed with an unpleasant expression. His face was immersed in the shadows, and a touch of worry crossed his eyes.
However, he soon replaced it with a smile, and he rushed over to Angie's direction.
Even if it was difficult, he had to endure it for Eric.
"Ms. Angie, what’s the problem?"
Angie looked at Mitchell and became even more furious. "Where are the photos here?"
Mitchell paused for a second and walked over to speak in a low voice.
"Ms. Angie, don't make this into a joke for other people. The guests are all socialites in Atlanta. Even if you’re angry, you can't disregard the Ferguson family's reputation. Besides, this is your engagement party. If someone has ulterior intentions and takes pictures to spread it out, your relationship with Mr. Ferguson is bound to be affected by outside speculation."
Angie heard Mitchell’s words, and her expression changed multiple times, obviously shaken.
Mitchell looked back at the people around them, smiled politely, and found a reason to send them away.
Then, Angie looked at him and pursed her lips.
"Where is he? Why hasn't he appeared yet? You said that he had a video conference that would end in half an hour."
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