Hendrix still hadn't looked at Sandra. His gaze swept across the venue, his brows furrowing slightly. "Hendrix," Sandra couldn't help but call out, her voice thick with grievance.
Only then did Hendrix seem to snap out of his thoughts. He glanced at her briefly before handing her the gift in his hand. "Congratulations."
Congratulations?
Sandra hadn't expected that the only thing she would receive from him was such a cold, indifferent word. Her hand tightened into a fist..
After a long moment, she regained her composure, slowly reaching out to take the gift. "Thank you."noveldrama
As the red silk box changed hands, Sandra's fingertips brushed lightly against his.
They were ice cold.
Sandra looked up, only to see that Hendrix's expression hadn't changed in the slightest. She calmly withdrew his
hand
Just then, Maxwell stepped forward.
"Mr. Freeman, welcome," he said, shaking his hand.
"Why isn't Mr. Brandon here on such an important day?" Yonne suddenly asked.
"He's on a business trip," Maxwell replied with a smile. "The company has a project launching in Sintrun, so he went for the opening ceremony."
Yvonne was taken aback. "What kind of major project requires Mr. Brandon's involvement?"
Maxwell didn't elaborate, simply offering a faint smile.
Hendrix suddenly understood something.
By now, the main event of the engagement banquet had concluded, leaving only mingling and small talk among the guests.
As the leader of Coppersville's business industry, Hendrix's presence immediately drew everyone's attention in the room. However, what piqued their interest even more was Yvonne's hand casually looped through his arm.
This sight inevitably drew the gaze of those from the Swanson family. It seemed that the Swanson family's connection to Hendrix was indeed a thing of the past. After all, even Noelle hadn't shown up today-likely to avoid becoming the subject of ridicule.
Hendrix paid no mind to the curious glances. After fulfilling his social obligations, he prepared to leave. Of course, Yvonne followed him.
"I have something to take care of. Shall I drop you off first? Hendrix asked once in the car.
Yvonne had been looking at her phone. She paused for a moment before laughing softly. "What's so urgent?"
Hendrix simply hummed as a reply.
"It seems your relationship with Sandra is quite special. You still made time to attend her engagement despite your busy schedule."
Hendrix
expression remained neutral. "We're just ordinary friends."
Yvonne let out a light scoff. "Really? But I noticed the necklace she wore today. It's the same one that was auctioned for a sky-high price of 20 million dollars last year in Leverton, isn't it? Did you give it to her?" "Yes."
"Wow! For an ordinary friend, you're certainly generous. So as your fiancée, what do you plan to gift me?"
Hendrix suddenly fell silent, his brows knitting tighter.
Yvonne assumed he was seriously considering her question and was about to press him further.
But just then, as if struck by a sudden thought, Hendrix abruptly opened the car door and got out. "Let the driver take you home. I'm leaving."
"You..." Yvonne tried to say more, but her words were left hanging as Hendrix walked away without a glance back.
He hailed a taxi with a casual wave of his hand.
"To Serene Street."
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