The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1985

Having chosen the shoes and settled the bill, she walked through the other door of the store, intending to browse a bit more before leaving. However, she unexpectedly encountered someone she thought she wouldn't see again so easily.

There she was, the very woman she had slapped just the day before, now comfortably seated on a bench, trying on a pair of sandals adorned with crystal chains.

Their eyes met, and an unmistakable mutual distaste hung in the air.

Cicely cast a cursory glance at the sandals the woman was trying on and couldn’t help but smirk.

Noticing Cicely, Danielle's expression darkened. She stood up and walked over to a full-length mirror to check out the sandals on her feet.

“Don't see you hit the mall much. What brings you here?” It was a clear dig at Cicely.d2

Cicely paused, arms crossed, boredom etched on her face as she turned to face Danielle through the mirror. “Stalking you, obviously.”

Danielle looked up, meeting her gaze in the reflection.

Cicely chuckled softly, “Is that the answer you wanted to hear?”

Frowning, Danielle didn't respond. Cicely gave her a sidelong glance, then turned and walked over to a display case, picking up another shoe to examine. “What I'm doing here is none of your business. We don’t need to pretend niceties or acknowledge each other. Isn’t it nauseating to even try?”

She placed the shoe back on the display and walked out without a backward glance, leaving Danielle staring coldly after her in the mirror. The two sales associates standing by Danielle exchanged awkward looks. The Ellis family’s feud was well-known, but to witness such disdain in public was something else. Indeed, as a lady raised in the Ellis family, this frank and arrogant temperament of Cicely’s couldn't be adequately mimicked by anyone else.

Danielle caught sight of the gaze of the two sales associates through the mirror, and a wave of embarrassment suddenly washed over her.

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As they got into the elevator, Cicely casually asked, "Where is tonight's banquet being held?"

Following behind her, Issac replied, "At the Watson family's villa hotel by Imperial Bay."

Cicely arched an eyebrow, "That's quite an extravagant choice of location."

Issac didn't respond.

"Is it hard to get in?" Cicely asked.

Issac glanced at her from the side, "You might need your father's help to get an invitation."

Cicely frowned, "How prestigious does an event have to be that my father needs to get involved?" After a few seconds of silence, she walked out of the elevator, "Alright then."

With that, she pulled out her phone and dialed Creighton.

By the time Cicely reached home, Creighton was waiting for her in the living room. On the coffee table lay a black, gold-embossed invitation.

“Thanks, Dad,” Cicely said, picking up the invite with a half-smile.

Creighton pursed his lips. “You know it’s just going to be a headache for you, right? Why go?”

“To broaden my horizons at a fancy shindig? Never been to one like this.”

Creighton sighed, resigned. “Just don’t cause any scenes. Keep the family drama private.”

“As if I’d make a scene,” Cicely scoffed, though her words carried little conviction.

Seeing that Creighton had stopped speaking, the butler couldn't help but add, “Although the Ellis family hasn't directly involved itself with the entertainment industry, the myriad of intricate connections inevitably leads back to us through others. The social elite circles in P City aren't extensive, after all.”

“If the script auction at the banquet succeeds, it could directly catapult P City's economy to new heights. Aside from significantly boosting average income at grassroots levels, the craftsmanship involved, costuming, and particularly the substantial investments required for constructing various film and television sets, all are major components. Once these behind-the-scenes operations kick into high gear, it would inevitably concern the Ellis family, emphasizing the crucial significance of this banquet.

“It has come to my attention that Mr. Diaz had a keen interest in attending this banquet but intended to rely solely on his merits. Regardless of perspective, he's only been in a leadership role for two years, and he's still enrolled in school. Relying on his individual efforts alone, it's virtually impossible for him to gain easy access to the banquet."

In truth, Cicely hadn't initially attached much significance to the banquet. Now, hearing Brody's explanations, she was struck by how naive she had been.

Cicely’s interest piqued. “Seth wanted to go and got rejected?”

“He didn’t even know how to get an invitation, let alone get turned away,” Creighton said with a hint of irritation.

Cicely's brow furrowed as she glanced at the invitation in her hand. She had gotten access with just a phone call.

Sensing Cicely's current confusion, Brody decided to add more, "Actually, Sir has been waiting for Mr. Diaz to approach him for help, but..."

Before he could finish, Cicely understood what he meant. Seth didn't come to ask her father for help.

Her somewhat lethargic mind was perhaps a bit foggy. Various messy thoughts in her mind were bumping against each other, like entangled pieces of string becoming increasingly knotted. Her complexion wasn't great.

The butler, sensing her confusion, added, “Mr. Diaz is bringing Danielle to the event for a reason. Perhaps he had his explanation.”

Tired, Cicely excused herself. “I need some rest.”

As Cicely ascended the stairs, Creighton and the butler exchanged worried looks. “Are we sure about letting her go? She smashed Mr. Diaz's car just yesterday,” the butler asked Creighton.

“If I forbid her, she might level the house in retaliation,” Creighton muttered, half-joking.

The evening approached, and luxury cars snaked their way to the Watson family's villa at Bayview Haven. While the villa's exterior suggested beachside leisure, its interior revealed opulent seclusion. Guests arrived, invitations in hand, passing through tight security, a testament to the exclusivity of the night’s event.

As the Maserati rolled smoothly into the parking lot, the driver’s side door swung open, revealing a crisply pressed trouser leg followed by a tall, lean figure standing by the car. Under the glow of the streetlights, his face was striking yet aloof, his eyes sweeping casually across the passenger side. After a quick adjustment of his shirt cuffs, he strode over to the other side and opened the door.

Danielle stepped out, flashing Seth a muted smile. Her hair was expertly coiffed, and her makeup was of the finest touch.