Chapter 422 Who Will Be Unlucky
Chapter 422 Who Will Be Unlucky
When Amy and Finnley went to find their mother, they were stopped again. This time the man looked
even powerful than Kingsley! He was so overdressed that people felt uncomfortable looking at him.
"Beauty, where to go, let's have fun together, anyway, we are acquaintances today." The man's voice
was also unctuous.
"Please get out of the way!" Since Finnley hadn't been used to be a girl, she pushed the person
aggressively, and then pulled Amy forward.
"Your temper is really irritable, I like you. Come on, catch them both upstairs, and I will treat them well!"
The man waved his hand and some people came to catch Finnley and Amy.
Finnley pulled Amy behind, but Amy was not weak, she just didn't want to make trouble at this time.
Their mothers were also very rare to attend a class reunion. If it is broken, they would be sad.
"Don't mess around, today is a gathering of the parents, so please talk nicely!" Amy said to the man,
but the man thought they were scared.
"Of course I will talk nicely. I'm very polite to beautiful women. I heard that you two came out to find
men, so why bother to pretend to be so serious? Are you playing hard-to-get? I like you very much!"
The man's words made Finnley want to rush to beat him several times.
"We all have men. Who told you we were here to find men?" Amy thought the man was talking
nonsense.
"Of course it's her. She told me that you just want to find a rich man. I am a rich man, so you needn’t to
seduce other men anymore!" The man pointed at Anne and reached out to pull Amy.
"Well, we will go with you, but can we wait until the party is over? You know we haven't attended such a
grand party, and we want to open our eyes." Amy thought of a stalling tactic.
"Oh, you just want to attend this party. Okay. Don't try to escape. You can't escape. Without my
permission, you can't even get out of this door. Then I'll wait for you." The man told his subordinates to
retreat, so he didn't embarrass Amy and Finnley anymore.
Eliana and Faustina waited for a while before they saw their daughter walking by hand in hand.
"Where have you been and why have you been there for so long? Where is Finnley?" Eliana didn't
recognize Finnley either.
Amy pushed Finnley forward, "This is Finnley, mom, didn't you recognize her?" Amy looked at Eliana
triumphantly. Neither she nor Finnley told to their mothers what happened just now, nor did they want
their mother to worry.
"Wow, Finnley, you are so beautiful.T his dress is really suitable for you. It seems to be tailor-made for
you." Eliana also praised her. She always thought that her daughter was already very beautiful, but this
Finnley was just as beautiful as her daughter.
"Mrs Miller, thank you for your compliment, I'm so embarrassed." Finnley's face was even redder. She
didn't know how beautiful she looked in a dress until she was thirty. After that, can she often wear
skirts?
"Don't be embarrassed. It's natural for girls to wear skirts. Look at me, your mother and Amy, aren't we
all wearing skirts?" Eliana was full of praise for finnley, and pearl was very happy.
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made a mutual introduction, invited the mayor and some leaders to say a few words, and then
everyone began to talk about life and the past.
Eliana and Faustina still had a few better friends. They all sat at one table and chatted. Amy and
Finnley sat at another table, and Anne also sat over at this time.
"That's the mayor's son just now, you have to be careful, don't offend him." Anne pretended to be a
good person to remind Amy and Finnley.
When she saw the dress that Finnley was wearing, she felt jealous. This dress was also what she liked,
but her hands and feet were not as fast as Faustina's. She would look very beautiful in this dress, and
she would be the focus of the banquet.
Finnley didn't know there was such a thing between Anne and her mother. All she knew was that Anne
was William's mistress.
All the dishes on the table had been served, and everyone began to eat. Anne suddenly felt a stabbing
pain in her feet. She looked down and didn't find anything on her feet. She moved a bit and her feet no
longer hurt. Was it an illusion just now?
After taking a bite of the dish with chopsticks, Anne coughed immediately, her nose and tears all over
her face.
It just so happened that the people sitting at their table were still young people, and most of them were
men. The ugly manner of Anne's cough made everyone disgusted.
Anne wanted someone to give her a paper towel, but no one paid attention to her. Amy and finnley
were eating. They looked at each other and ate more happily.
"Who put mustard for me?" Anne finally stopped coughing. She wiped herself with a paper towel on the
table.
She looked around and no one responded. The men all showed that they disliked her. Anne felt
ashamed.
Finally, her eyes fell on Amy. She pointed to Amy and scolded, "Amy, did you put mustard for me?"
"Anne, are you stupid? I'm still so far away from you. How can I put mustard for you? Ask everyone,
there is no mustard in all the meals today! " Amy looked wronged. She looked at those people, who
testified to her that she didn't put mustard.
"You don't know what to eat and blame others. It's really annoying. Especially the way you looked just
now is really disgusting. If it weren't for these two beauties, I would like to change my position. " A man
had a very good impression of Amy and finnley because they were very beautiful!
As soon as the man spoke, the others followed, so that Anne couldn't find anything else to fight back.
She had to admit bad luck. However, she secretly rejoiced over the big event in a while, 'Amy, finnley,
are you two proud now? You'll cry when the party is over.'
The parents talked happily, and the younger generation began to speak. When someone came to talk
to Amy and finnley at this time, they didn't refuse again. The atmosphere on the whole table became
active. Amy learned about everyone here, and she knew it in her heart.