The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1311

As soon as Beverly walked up, Jacob’s mom nabbed her. She heard everything she said loud and clear, her cheeks turning a shade of red.

"Well, would you look at that, a bride-to-be still blushing."

The older folks joked around, bursting into laughter. Even Brad tried to suppress his smirk. The crowd was loud. You couldn't avoid their chatter even if you wanted to.

Sitting not too far off, Chloe heard everything, a cold smirk on her face. She didn't deny Jacob was a real catch, but this family, always talking up their own and putting down others, made it just hard to respect them.

If memory served, the old man sitting in the middle was Miles' grandfather. Miles had been off on his own for a while, but that aside, this was his grandson they were belittling. Didn't he care at all?

Just goes to show, people could be so cold.

Perhaps because he was a makeup artist at Starlight International, Miles' appearance did draw some attention. Faced with reporters, he stayed silent, not saying a word as he walked into the venue.

People from the Baines and Rogers families all looked his way. Miles stood tall in the venue, dressed in a white mandarin collar suit. The fabric had a reflective gold thread design. As he moved, the colorful threads shone in different hues. It was a hard look to pull off, but on him, it exuded a strong sense of style.

His hair was impeccably styled, and his face lightly made up, covering the fatigue from the past few days. He looked radiant as he appeared in everyone's view. Looking stylish yet profound, his handsome face attracted the attention of a few women around him.

Beverly's eyes flickered, her gaze meeting Miles' mid-air.

Jacob's mom, upon seeing Miles, was taken aback for a moment, then snorted dismissively. But noticing Brad sitting next to her, she said, "Miles, you're here. Come say hi to your grandpa..."

Miles' gaze shifted to Brad, who was sitting still. If he wasn't mistaken, Brad had just glanced at him. Now, with this act, was he making it clear he didn't want to see him? Still, after a moment's hesitation, he walked over. "Grandpa..."

Only then did Brad look up at him. "Are you sure you're competing today?" The question was loaded with displeasure.

Miles' eyebrows furrowed, his expression and voice as steady as ever. "Yes."

Brad squinted. "And if I say you can't compete?"

Miles blinked. "Why wouldn't you let me?"