No Wife, No Life Chapter 69

Daisy returned to the party, and Sabrina Evans, flanked by her entourage, quickly approached her.

Their faces were lit with schadenfreude, clearly expecting to embarrass her.

"Daisy, did you really go to see Mr. Lavien?"

"So, did Mr. Lavien reject you? Did you really think just because you're pretty, Mr. Lavien would be interested in you?"

"Seriously, look at yourself. What makes you think you're better than Harper?"

They took turns mocking her.

When Daisy had volunteered to meet Alex, they had been watching from the sidelines, eager to see her fail.

Daisy's eyes dimmed.

"Who said I went to see Mr. Lavien?"

She raised the business card in her hand, her eyes glinting. "I went to see Ms. Orsini. She likes me and gave me her card."

Now, she was genuinely grateful to Harper. Maybe Harper had anticipated their plan and given her the card in advance.

Sabrina let out a loud laugh.

"Do you think we didn't see? You were heading straight for Mr. Lavien, and you almost knocked Ms. Orsini over."

Daisy's eyes darkened. In hindsight, she did feel sorry about that.

"How does it feel to be rejected by Mr. Lavien?"

Before Daisy could respond, a soft laugh came from behind her.

"She came to see me. Is that something worth analyzing?"

Harper stood beside Daisy, her gaze sharp and intimidating.

Daisy shot her a grateful look.

Sabrina was taken aback, stammering, "But she was heading for Mr. Lavien. We all saw it."

Harper's eyes narrowed, her tone accusatory. "I said she came to see me. You don't believe me? You insist she was after Mr. Lavien? If you only trust your own assumptions, why bother asking her?"

Sabrina was stunned.

It was as if Harper was saying Sabrina was lying.

Seeing this, Sabrina's friends exchanged glances and quickly left.

Daisy's eyes welled up.

Harper looked at her, her tone cool. "What's there to cry about? It's just some petty girl drama. No matter what they do, just be yourself."

Daisy steadied herself.

"You're already amazing. Show some pride."

Unconsciously, Daisy straightened her back and smiled proudly.

Seeing this, Sabrina hurriedly turned to leave, but in her haste, she twisted her ankle.

She was holding a glass of red wine, which spilled over her head, soaking her white dress and staining it.

People around her looked on with amused disdain.

Instantly, Sabrina's face turned red as she hurried towards the restroom.

In her rush, she tripped over her own feet and fell onto a table laden with food.

The white tablecloth slipped off, and she instinctively grabbed it, causing a cascade of dishes to crash down on her.

Sabrina screamed for help, her voice nearly breaking.

"Who is that?" someone in the crowd asked curiously.

"Looks like Sabrina Evans from the finance department," someone quickly replied.

"Oh, it's her. Can't handle her liquor, and now she can't even walk properly?"

"She really has no shame. Doesn't anyone from the finance department want to take her away? We have important guests tonight, and she's making a scene."

Finally, two attendants came over to help, pulling her out of the mess.

Once she was on her feet, Sabrina realized everyone was watching her.

Even Alex and Harper were looking at her!

She stood there for a few seconds, feeling the world spin around her.

Humiliated, utterly humiliated.

Her face flushed, then turned pale, and she screamed, "Someone pushed me! That's why I fell! It was Daisy! She's getting back at me!"

Daisy was stunned. How could something so ridiculous happen to her?

Everyone was watching the spectacle.

It was clear to everyone that Daisy hadn't pushed Sabrina.

Seeing the doubt in everyone's eyes, Sabrina grew even more furious.

She screamed, "She pushed me! She really did! Check the security cameras!"

What cameras? Everyone had seen it clearly. No one had pushed her.

She had tripped on her own.

People whispered among themselves, smirking.

At that moment, Alex raised his hand. Everyone, including Sabrina, looked at him.

"Take her away. She's too noisy."

His voice was cold, indifferent, and slightly annoyed.

Finally, a finance department professor came forward to apologize and personally escorted Sabrina out.

It was more like dragging her out.

Seeing Alex's disdain, Sabrina's emotions completely collapsed.

"Mr. Lavien, someone really pushed me! Check the cameras! Daisy set me up!"

She struggled and shouted at Alex as she was dragged away.

The door slammed shut, cutting off her shrill cries.

The event organizer hurriedly came up, wiping his hands with a napkin and apologizing awkwardly. "Please, everyone, continue."

But the room remained awkwardly silent, and the organizer began to sweat.

Just then, Alex signaled to a nearby waiter.

The waiter quickly brought him a glass of whiskey.

Alex took a sip and said calmly, "Continue."

With that simple command, the atmosphere in the ballroom miraculously revived.

Soft piano music played, guests smiled, conversations resumed, glasses clinked, and the dance floor filled with movement.

Such was Alex's influence.

He was mostly silent, but when he chose to speak, he could effortlessly control everything around him.

People respected him, not just because of the Lavien Group's status, but also because of Alex's personal charisma.

It was no surprise that women were drawn to him.

At that moment, Alex's phone rang.

He glanced at it. It was Emily calling.

Alex set down his glass and walked over to Harper, speaking in a low voice. "I have to go."

Leaving early was his habit, but this time it was for Emily.

Harper didn't ask any questions, just smiled. "Alright, Mr. Lavien, goodbye."