Chapter 1417
At four in the afternoon, Chloe arrived at the administrative district of Y Country, where the state
banquet was to be held. She came early to do a rehearsal. Queen Julia had been hosting foreign
dignitaries all day, touring around, and watching the military parade.
At seven in the evening, the state banquet began, and the unique dishes became the center of
attention. There was no doubt that the scale of the state banquet was grander than ever.
Five in the afternoon was the meal time for the artists participating in the state banquet
performance. Everyone that participated in the banquet performance of Y Country were excellent
ones in their respective fields and could be considered top–notch artists worldwide. Naturally, their
dining locations and treatment couldn’t be neglected. So, this also became a small banquet full of
artistic atmosphere.
People gathered in small groups, tasting delicious food, sipping fresh juice, and sharing their
lifelong artistic insights. The atmosphere was great.
When Becky pushed Wendy in, the banquet hall fell silent for a moment. Most people’s gaze
lingered on them for a bit, then quietly retreated.
Artists all shared onemon w, that was, they were too full of themselves, carrying a kind of
world–weary emotion. They believed that apart from their peers, most people couldn’t understand
their artistic philosophy! What could a few young women who were new to all this understand?
Becky was angered by the arrogance and contempt in their eyes, and she wanted to curse them for
pretending to be elegant, exaggerating too much. They appeared as princesses here, and not many
even took the initiative to greet them, let alonepliment them.
But she had just left the house and Ava had warned her not to speak casually. It hadn’t even been
half an hour. She couldn’t mess up now.
Becky gritted her teeth and held back her dissatisfaction. Barbara stood elegantly on the side,
indifferent.
After being treated like this by the guests, Wendy also felt aggrieved. Her thoughts were exactly like
Becky’s. She could see the arrogance and contempt in their eyes, but if they were so arrogant, why
did they all rush to attend the state banquet?
It was clear that the worldly achievements made them, but they turned around and despised the
world. Didn’t they find that contradictory?
“Barbara, Becky, let’s eat here too.” Wendy suddenly spoke because she had looked around the
entire banquet hall as soon as she entered, and Chloe was nowhere
to be seen.
This was the only ce where Chloe could dine. Unless she didn’t eat, she had toe here.
Wendy wanted Chloe to see that even if she had been tortured by Damon, she still came, appearing
together with two royal princesses.
After Chloe remembered the order of appearance and finished walking the field, she changed into
her dress in the dressing room in advance to save time, put on her coat, and was led by her
attendant to the dining ce.
By the time she arrived, Barbara, Becky, and Wendy were about to dine in a corner. The waiter
ced the dishes in front of the three of them and was about to leave when he heard someone say,
“Wait.”
The waiter stopped and turned to Wendy, politely asking, “Ma’am, do you have any other needs?”
Wendy’s face was expressionless, and she coldly said while pointing to the spaghetti in her te,
“Feed me.”
The waiter was stunned, and Barbara and Becky next to her also stopped their actions, looking at
Wendy with furrowed brows.
Wendy’s tone carried a firmmand, and this sense of entitlement attracted the side nces of
those around, everyone’s face was full of displeasure. Who was this woman? So rude!
“Are you crazy? Can’t you eat yourself?” Becky couldn’t stand the gazes around her and
reprimanded Wendy in a low voice.
Barbara’s face was even worse, looking at Wendy’s self–righteous eyes, feeling full of sarcasm.
How stupid.
In response to Becky’s usation, Wendy’s face showed a hint of apologetic smile, “Becky, I’m
sorry. It’s just that my hands are not convenient now. I can’t ask you two nobles to feed me, can I?”
Wendy’s shoulders had been injured by Damon. Moving her arms would cause severe pain. She
came here tough at Chloe, but not to beughed at.
Becky finally realized, “Oh, I see.” She looked up at the waiter next to her and nodded at him, “What
are you waiting for? Feed her! Her arms are injured!”
Although Becky’s tone was still cold and arrogant, at least she gave an exnation. Everyone
looked at Wendy with different expressions.
The waiter was reluctant, but he picked up the fork, rolled up a mouthful of spaghetti, and fed
Wendy.
Wendy opened her mouth and ate.
Barbara looked at Wendy’s helpless look and was even more unhappy. Not wanting to look at her
anymore, Barbara turned her eyes away, but immediately saw Chloe standing at the door.
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Chloe was watching Wendy enjoy being fed by others. Her face had a smirk, making people very
ufortable. She seemed to notice someone was looking at her, turned her head and met
Barbara’s gaze.
Chloe’s face was expressionless, calm andposed.
Barbara’s heart raced. She had seen Chloe in the news, but now face to face, she felt an
inexplicable pressure.
Chloe had a hard–to–describe temperament. Was it her grace, or was her temperament just like
Queen Julia?
That kind of feeling was something Barbara had always wanted. However, despite spending so
much time with Queen Julia, she was still unable to understand the essential concept, despite her
best efforts. Now she easily saw it on Chloe, a woman who had lived in the civilian area for more
than twenty years.
Barbara cienched her knife and fork, a hint of unwillingness shing in her eyes. At the same time,
she became more wary of Chloe. She had once looked down on Chloe because of Wendy’s
stupidity. Now that they met, she suddenly understood that a woman who could catch Damon’s eye
would definitely not be ordinary.
People noticed Chloe and started to gather around her. As an internationally renowned perfumer,
she might not appeal to the average Joe, but the artists present, who constantly attend events
worldwide, were super into fashion. To them, dressing up was a big deal, and quite a few of them
were either interested in or obsessed with perfume. For these sensitive and delicate artists, any
scent could potentially be their muse.
To them, Chloe was the “Picasso of scents“.
“You’re Star, right?” A probing voice made Wendy, who was in the middle of munching her pasta,
freeze. She stayed put, casting her eyes in Chloe’s direction.
Chloe’s gaze swept over Wendy’s face. In Chloe’s smirk, Wendy saw sarcasm. At that moment,
Wendy suddenly felt a strong sense of humiliation.
Chloe was standing there unscathed while Wendy felt like she was crippled, just waiting for
handouts. She initially just wanted to but instead, Chloe beat her to the punch, making Wendy the
laughingstock.
see Chloe make a fool of herself,