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"Oh, the boss of the Breezy Hotel."
Elena took another step to the side, "Hmm, becoming a boss at such a young age, very impressive."
Her indifference was so evident that the man named Karen Gler's face turned bright red.
No woman has ever been so indifferent to him.
"What's your name?" Elena successfully caught his attention.
"I can't reveal that."
Elena didn't want to deal with this kind of uninvited man. She looked towards the center of the venue and then insisted on maintaining a little politeness.
"Excuse me."
She said as she walked away, leaving Karen fuming with anger.
"Hey you! How dare you ignore me!"
A man's strides are always bigger than a woman's. Karen took two steps forward and forcefully tried to get Elena's attention, who clearly didn't want to be bothered.
Her wrist was suddenly grabbed with force, and Elena tightly pursed her lips.
Worried that the party was still going on, she didn't want to make a scene. "Sir, please show some respect," she said, trying to make her tone less sharp, but the man, clearly angry, showed no courtesy and even pulled her towards him in a defiant manner.
The noise of the farce here is not loud, but it caught the eye of a man standing by the window. The man wore a golden mask, and the delicate golden threads on the edge of the mask set off his lips extremely sensually. Another sculptural man.
He silently watched Karen's vulgar actions, and when he saw Elena stumble, he suddenly moved his feet. Everyone thought Elena was defenseless. In situations like this, no one wanted to invite trouble. "Hey! Crazy, let go!"
Elena stood her ground, shook off the hand but couldn't shake off the anger. Suddenly, she shouted at Karen and in the man's moment of confusion, the slender high heel landed firmly on his face.
"Ahh—"
The sound of a pig being slaughtered echoed in the venue.
Elena cast a disdainful glance at the crouching Karen Gler, and pulled out a tissue from her handbag to vigorously wipe her own palm. "How dare you be so rude to me! I won't let you off—" "If you dare lay a hand on me, I won't let you off either."
Elena kicked him again in frustration until Karen was on the ground, then snorted from her nose.
Gert had noticed by now, towering a head above the others, and a few women with masks were already gathering around, unable to hide their admiration.
"Elena, are you okay?"
Gert walked towards her with long strides, more filled with anger than worry. With just one glance, he could guess the whole story. "Where did this guy come from?" He frowned and slapped Karen Gert back to the ground as she tried to stand up for revenge.
"He said he's the owner of the Buri Grand Hotel."
Elena At this point, she looked puzzled. "Buri Grand Hotel? That's strange, I've never heard of it."
Gert After exchanging a few words with the person in charge of the venue, upon hearing her words, he turned to the person in charge with a stern tone, "Your security control is too lax, letting anyone in. Is this how your company is managed?"
Gert was not happy, and the person in charge was sweating profusely.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Snowd, for not providing you with a better ball experience. We will handle it immediately and apologize to you and the young lady again."
You should know that Gert only participated in the Charity Gala this time for the sake of the host's face. Otherwise, with their level of public relations, they wouldn't be able to invite anyone from the Snow family.
Karen was carried away like a piece of trash, and the venue, after a few minutes of silence, returned to its previous bustling state.
"It's all your fault," Elena said, turning her gaze away from the disappearing Karen and hitting Gert's arm in blame.
But Gert's muscles were too hard, and her retaliatory behavior was completely useless, only causing herself pain.
"I was wrong," Gert admitted with a good attitude, and relaxed when he saw that Elena wasn't really angry. "The first dance is about to begin." Elena nodded, thinking about today's task. "But before that, I want to introduce someone."
Gert's sudden turn made Elena stunned for a few seconds, but she quickly adjusted her state. However, even though she agreed, when her brother pulled her away, she still asked in a strange tone, "You're not going to introduce a boyfriend to me like Mommy, are you?"
She felt like everyone in her family has been paying too much attention to her personal life lately.
"I don't think so," Gert said.
Elena followed behind Gert, and if they hadn't separated, you wouldn't have been able to see Elena's figure from the front of Gert.
"How coincidental to meet you here. Allow me to introduce, this is His Royal Highness Prince William, and Your Highness, this is my sister Elena," Gert stopped and introduced the person in front of him to Elena.
Country F?
Elena concealed her curiosity and respectfully bowed.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness."
"No need for formalities, Miss Snowd, just call me William."
The prince had a friendly and approachable demeanor, with a charming smile.
"If you don't mind, can I call you Elena?" Prince William looked at Elena with anticipation. At this moment, it would be inappropriate to say no.
"Of course, Your Highness," replied Elena with a polite smile. Elena tactfully stepped aside as Gert and His Royal Highness Prince William had something to discuss. She took out her phone and discreetly glanced in Gert's direction, beginning to search for the royal family of Country F on Google.
A few seconds later, news and gossip about the royal family of Country F began to pop up on the webpage. Elena was engrossed in it and didn't respond to Gert calling her name the first time. "Is it time for the first dance?"
She slowly put away her phone.
Gert turned to look at Prince William, "Erin, can you dance the first dance with His Highness? His partner has had a bit of an issue."
"That doesn't seem appropriate."
Elena's first reaction was to politely decline.
"It's okay, I'm actually not very good at dancing," Prince William smiled and helped Elena out of the situation.
But his behavior only made Gert more certain that he had to help Elena with this favor. He pulled Elena aside, "Elena, you go and dance with him. Even though he's wearing a mask, he is after all a prince of a country, and we are friendly nations, so do me a favor." "Sounds good," Elena rolled her eyes at him, "I think you just want to use me to ensure the success of your business."
Gert was exposed and chuckled dryly, "How could I bear to offer my sister up? Just think of it as doing me a favor. You promised to help me with the resort matter."
After a few whispered conversations, Elena finally agreed.
After all, she was already in Gert's hands now.
The symphony orchestra is playing the "Voices of Spring" waltz, and the melodious music fills the air. Elena lightly places her hand on William's open palm and gracefully steps onto the dance floor.
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