Regrt
Regrt 222

chapter 222

His car matched his temperament perfectly–a flashy Pagani sports car.

When we arrived at the hotel entrance, even the doorman’s eyes lit up, a glint similar to the one Jane had when she saw the extra money in my bank account today.

Frank still had some gentlemanly demeanor. After tossing the car keys to the doorman, he personally opened the car door for me, albeit with his usual sharp tongue. “Slow down. It’s okay if people fall, but these clothes are expensive.”

I recognized this dress when I saw it at home. It was a high–end custom piece from a certain brand. Many celebrities couldn’t even borrow it.

Although his words were unpleasant, they were true. The company was in preparation, needing money everywhere, and I couldn’t afford to compensate for this dress.

I carefully lifted the hem of the dress, avoiding getting stepped on by high heels. “Okay, got it.”

He paused. “Why are you so honest?”

“I’m just genuinely broke.‘

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“Mr. Frost doesn’t give you money to spend?”

“No.” I pursed my lips. “He’s always generous with money toward me.”

‘Just stingy with emotions.‘

Beside, I was already his ex–wife. No matter how generous he was, it had nothing to do with me.

Frank cocked his brows but didn’t say anything else as he led me inside.

Suddenly, I remembered something and asked, “When you went to the Renolds family that day, you didn’t have a companion. How come you have one today?”

“It’s different.” Frank explained casually, “No one in the Renolds family would pressure me to get married.”

I immediately understood.

I figured out quickly who the host of tonight’s birthday party was. It was Bethany’s birthday party.

I was a bit surprised to find out that our birthdays coincided.

Coincidence aside, there was still a gap between people.

This grand event had booked an entire floor of a six–star hotel, with guests coming and going who were either wealthy or influential. She was the protagonist, and I was just an accessory to the guests.

Jnside the banquet hall, the lights were dazzling, and celebrities were everywhere, more so than at the

Renolds family’s banquet the other day.

Many people hurried over to greet Frank when they saw him enter.

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It seemed that they had all specially come from Jeswood, showing how much power the Shaw family

had.

Two young men who were very familiar with him greeted. “Frank, we were wondering where you were. We didn’t expect you to be in Jelaston.”

“Yeah, Frank, you didn’t even invite us to come along. If it weren’t for attending Bethany’s birthday party, I would have thought you had disappeared into thin air.”

“Get lost.” Frank laughed and scolded, a hint of unruliness in his eyes and brows. He turned back to introduce me. “My childhood friends.”

I smiled and greeted the two men. “Hello.”

Both of them were stunned, then looked at Frank in surprise, but immediately greeted me with playful smiles. “Hey there, Mrs. Smith.”

I was momentarily stunned, looking at Frank with a questioning gaze. ‘What was going on?‘

I agreed to come to the banquet with him, but not to pretend to be his girlfriend.

He glanced sideways, “You just need to call her that in front of Mr. Shaw and the others. In private, call her by her name, Charlotte.”

“Huh?”

‘Who agreed to be his shield?‘

Before I could say anything, I saw Ryan and Bethany walking in side by side, accompanied by a middle -aged couple I didn’t know.

The middle–aged man was elegant and easy–going, while the woman exuded an air of elegance and was well–preserved, not showing her age at all.

I had a strange sense of familiarity.

The middle–aged woman looked affectionately at Bethany and smoothed the stray hair on her cheek, reminding me of my own mother…

She looked really like my mother. That look in her eyes…

Tears subconsciously welled up in my eyes. During my distraction, the group of four had already walked over.

The gaze of Ryan and Bethany fell on me and Frank, almost freezing me in place.

Bethany, who had been smiling brightly, saw me and suddenly restrained her smile. “Charlotte, what are you doing here? I don’t remember inviting you!”