His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

185 Mia's Revenge

In the evening, Frade and I took a car to the Hilton Hotels where the banquet was being held. As soon as we got out of the car, we were surrounded by reporters with cameras pointing at us. Frade tried not to let them touch my body, so he put his body next to mine to protect me.

At this time, from not far away came the sound of sports cars. The reporters were attracted by the sound one after another, and they all looked in the direction of the sound.

"It's Mia!" One of the reporters shouted while others pointed cameras at Mia as she stepped out of the sports car.

Mia put on delicate make-up tonight. She's wearing a red dress with the sides split open and a diamond necklace around her neck. As she stretches one of her thin white legs out of the sports car, the sound of cameras rolling around.

I was secretly glad that the reporters had finally turned their attention to Mia so that I could easily enter the hotel.

But then the journalists' attention shifted again. I saw a group of them running quickly toward another black business car. As the door was about to open, several bodyguards jumped out of the car and stood in two lines by the door.

Mickle and his wife were the first to get out, and Margaret was the last. They were immediately surrounded by reporters, some of whom tried to reach their microphones forward to interview Mickle, but the microphones were blocked by a bodyguard's hand.

Mickle spoke briefly to the reporters at the front, then he took his wife's hand and took a few photos with her daughter. At this time, Mia could only stand alone next to the Lamborghini sports car. She looked at the lively scene, eyes full of unwillingness and envy.

"Let's go." Frade put a hand on my waist and we walked into the hotel together.

As soon as Ian, the receptionist, saw our arrival, he put on a professional smile. He was still wearing his business suit tonight, but he looked extra cautious.

"Good evening, Eva," Ian said. "I'm glad you could come here."

"Didn't you ask me to be here, Ian?" I joked.

Ian's smile got a little awkward and he walked up to me and whispered, "There are a lot of celebrities here tonight, and Mr Blanton needs their support. I hope you do your best tonight."

"I thought my job was just to take some pictures," I said with a smile. "I'll leave the rest to Mia."

"No." Ian looked around warily. "I don't think Mia can handle things tonight. After all, she doesn't know how to behave. I know you can do it."

"Go find his other daughter," I said.

"Margaret is too young. She's still in college." Ian sounded anxious. "Of the three, you have more knowledge than the other two. You need to help him win over the plutocrats."

"Let someone else do that," I said as I moved to my seat and Frade pulled it out for me.

Ian wanted to say something, but Mickle and his wife and daughter were already in the ballroom, and he had to leave me and Frade to go serve his boss.

"What did he say to you?" Frade asked, sitting next to me.

"He wants me to be Mickle's daughter tonight," I said, "But I'm not interested."

I watched as Mia walked behind Mickle and was greeted by another assistant. I thought she would come and sit next to me, but she was arranged to sit at another table.

Mickle and I were sitting at one table, and when he sat down, I didn't even look at him. There were no reporters present tonight, I just need to sit quietly and leave as soon as the party is over.

"I saw someone I knew," Frade whispered to me. "Honey, I need a minute."

"Go ahead," I said.

Frade got up and walked over to the other table, where I saw Mia chatting and laughing with a rich man.

I glanced over at Ian and told him. Look, Mia can do it too.

Ian gives me a wry smile as Mickle stands up and walks over to me, his hands gently resting on my shoulders. I can feel the heat from his hands.

"Come with me to meet a friend, Eva."

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you." I tried to turn him down politely, but he just ignored me.

"Let's go," he said, patting me on the shoulder.

"Hey, Jimmy!" Mickle raised his voice. "Let me introduce you to my daughter, Eva."

A rich man stood up from another table, and I had to follow Mickle with a smile on my face. He warmly introduced me to the businessman, and I stood beside him and listened to their conversation.

During that time, the rich man discussed some business issues with him, and I had to offer to help Mickle out when he could not cope with. I thought I could get away with just dealing with the rich man in front of me, but he still took my hand and continued to deal with others.

It wasn't until the end of the party that my mission was done. I found an excuse to sneak out onto the patio to rest, but as soon as I sat down, Mickle came over with two drinks in his hand.

"Thank you for tonight," he said, handing me a glass of orange juice.

"You're welcome. These are the terms of the deal." I took the juice and placed it on a small table nearby.

"We haven't had a chance to talk," he said, looking ahead into the night sky. "I'm sorry about your mother."

"You should tell her yourself." I sneered.

"You know, I think you are the one most like me among my children." Mickle gave me a deep look. "You're better than most males."

"Don't give me that." I was cold to his advances. "I'm not a three-year-old. Just tell me what you want me to do."

Mickle groaned. After a while, he said, "I hope you're free for dinner, or we can do something you like. Do you like tennis?"

"No."

"Golf?"

"No."

"You must have a favourite sport, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm tired. I'm usually supposed to be in bed at this time." I said and stood up. "Bye, dad!"

His eyes looked lost when I saw Ian walk up to Mickle with a sullen face. Ian whispers in his ear, then pulls out his phone and shows him something.

"Baby, are you tired?" Frade came over and put his arm around my waist. "Do you want me to take you home?"

"Why are all these people looking down at their phones?" I glanced at all the guests in the hall, their attention was focused on their phones, which was odd.

Was there any breaking news?

"Why don't you open up Twitter and see for yourself," Frade said with a touch of schadenfreude.

So I clicked on Twitter and the top 1 headline was: Future President's daughter has sex with a man in a nightclub.

Did someone find that Mia used to work at the club?

I took a deep breath and clicked on the video. Soon, there is a girl in a sexy skirt sitting in the arms of a blond man, and they are kissing passionately. When the girl turns her head, I don't see Mia's face, but Margaret!

I looked up and saw Mia standing in a corner of the ballroom, her eyes on Margaret!