Crown Hotel.
Within the banquet hall on the third floor, a banquet is in progress. The place is abuzz with elegance and swarming with socialites.
A taxi halts at the entrance of the Crown Hotel, and a woman of exquisite beauty disembarks.
Olivia is wearing a white backless gown today. Her face, as white and delicate as a goose egg, is even more exquisite with a hint of cosmetics applied. Her black, slightly curled hair is casually draped over her shoulders, looking pure yet bewitchingly beautiful, and stunningly breathtaking.
She glanced at the striking signboard of the Crown Hotel above her, hesitated for a moment, and then headed towards the banquet hall on the third floor.
In recent days, the capital chain disruption of Stone enterprises had given her a lot of stress. Initially, she was not in the mood to attend such a feast. But against her better judgment, she caved in to Ian's pleas and attended his birthday celebration.
As she stepped into the banquet hall, all the eyes in the room were instantaneously drawn towards her, their gazes filled with astonishment.
However, Olivia seemed to have gotten accustomed to such attention, her face showing no particular expression.
"Oh my God, she's Olivia, the top beauty in Silver heights!"
"She absolutely lives up to her reputation. She's so beautiful, I'm a woman and even I'm jealous!"
"If any man is lucky enough to have such a woman as his wife, he'd die happily."
"You're dreaming. She's already engaged, and her fiancé is Ian, the star of today's birthday banquet."
"What a pity indeed!"
Olivia calmly met all the gazes, weaving through the crowd, searching for Ian's figure.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "Here he comes, it's Ian."
"How strange, who is the woman beside Ian? Isn't his fiancée Olivia?"
The man was dressed in a white suit, with an early-date-red shirt underneath, displaying an air of gentlemanly elegance. Ian slowly emerged from the guests and took measured steps towards Olivia.
Upon seeing Olivia, a brilliant light flashed in Ian's eyes.
He always knew she was beautiful. Even without makeup on, she was naturally gorgeous, and could easily surpass other women. But today, with makeup, she was breathtaking, and it was hard to look away.
Olivia was also sizing up Ian, there was a hint of sharpness in her eyes. Then she slowly moved her gaze away from Ian's face and rested it on the woman next to him.
Toria was holding Ian's arm, pridefully meeting Olivia's gaze. There was a satisfied glint in her eyes. She turned to look at the man next to her, but Ian's gaze was still fixed on Olivia, unable to move.
Toria impatiently nudged him, while shooting resentful looks at Olivia.
This woman is really a vixen!
Olivia's gaze swept over each of their faces, eventually growing icy-cold. She was the first to break the silence, "Ian, what do you mean by this?"
Ian snapped back to reality and regained his composure, "Olivia, we should break up, I think we are not suitable."
Olivia's face turned white for a moment, she was astonished. She never thought that her fiancé would actually say such words!
What was even more unexpected was that he would have the audacity to break up with her in such a public place, completely disregarding her dignity!
The shock only lasted a moment, Olivia quickly steadied her emotions and coolly asked, "Even if it is to break up, shouldn't you give me a reason?"
Ian glanced at Toria and said, "I found out that the person I love is Toria. We are not suitable."
Olivia laughed coldly, "Is it really because we're not suitable?"
In the beginning, he certainly didn't say these words when he was pursuing her.
Did he forget? Remember how he used to tell her that unless she refused him, he would love her for a lifetime?
Trust a man to keep his word, and pigs might fly!
Ian felt somewhat unsettled under Olivia's cold gaze, but he had already made up his mind.
He won't marry Olivia. The Stone family is on the brink of bankruptcy, only the Dante family is his best choice.
He said: "Of course it's true."
