Heh, if the President ignores them, they only have themselves to blame, don't they? Hahaha! Her heart was filled with irresistible joy, beyond words.
Ava Morgan curled her lips into a sneer, saying, "I won't chat with you anymore, I have to go dance with the President."
With that, she extended her hands to hold up the long sides of her gown and walked straight towards Lucas Knight ahead.
The women behind her envied her so much they could die, and could only watch her back as she walked away.
…
Inside the ballroom.
In the VIP lounge, Isabel Grant and Lucas Knight were sitting, with a few wealthy socialites nearby.
Isabel Grant opened her eyes and glanced towards the ballroom entrance, "Hey, Lucas promised he would be here soon! We've been waiting for so long, all the guests are here, and he's still not here. It's driving me insane with impatience!"
