Chapter 644: Chapter 644: Ill Intentions_1
Two men in the crowd, one exuding grace and nobility, the other gentle and bookish, were of different temperaments, yet both exceptionally handsome, as if they could eclipse the world’s splendor, casting everything around them into shade.
Whether it was their striking faces or the power and wealth behind them, they sent quivers through the hearts of the women present.
Women confident in their beauty approached with wine glasses in hand, admiration shining in their eyes.
However, as they attempted to draw near, they were subtly blocked by a bodyguard—the woman stood embarrassingly one meter away from Roy Howard, looking at him for help with a pleading expression.
If he had even a smidgen of pity for the fairer sex, he should have allowed her to come closer.
But there was Roy Howard, conversing with several uncles from the Graves Family, not even sparing her a glance.
It was then that people had a sudden realization: Roy Howard was still the same, no matter how approachable and laid back he seemed today, he was still as cold and heartless as ever.
In the end, it was Gavin Graves who resolved the situation for the lady, saying indifferently, “Avery Graves, there are many female guests today. Do make sure they are well taken care of.”
So it was the young lady of the Graves Family.
It was Gerald Graves’s birthday celebration today, and with the Graves Family as hosts, no wonder she dared to be so bold as to charge straight towards Roy Howard.
Some women mocked Avery Graves in their hearts for overestimating herself while feeling relieved that it wasn’t their own face that got slapped—not literally, but almost as bad.
“He’s so indifferent…”
“Indeed, he lacks manners.”
“Young Master Graves is much better than him, at least he wouldn’t embarrass someone like that.”
“I heard he killed quite a few of the Howard Family to secure his position as family head.”
“So cruel… Hmph, it’s no wonder he has no female companion.”
The whispering gossip reached Violet Nelson’s ears, and she couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile.
What a bunch of sour grapes.
Who hasn’t got blood on their hands when it comes to securing the position of family head? If Roy Howard wanted a female companion, all the women in Wheatley would be at his disposal. The absence of a female companion at this moment only proved how discerning this man was—precisely the trait that heightened the desire in women to conquer him.
Violet Nelson rose gracefully, gently swirling the richly colored wine in her glass and making her way over slowly.
She immediately attracted the attention of everyone around her.
People began to speculate whether this high society belle from Kingsley would manage to catch Roy Howard’s special notice.
Violet Nelson was dressed in a snow-white empire waist gown, with her shoulders partly exposed, a fine, beautiful neck adorned with a necklace of delicate diamonds, glittering and radiant. As she walked, her dress’s hem fluttered gently like a pristine, elegant orchid.
“She truly is beautiful…” a woman sighed.
Other women scoffed, “She’s just good at dressing up, that’s all.”
In terms of appearance, there was no shortage of beautiful stars and high society ladies at the event, but in terms of demeanor, few could match Violet Nelson.
Violet Nelson’s poise was clearly a result of rigorous training from a young age, her every movement a picture of delightful grace, so much so that even if she did nothing but stand by a cluster of flowers, it would seem like a scene out of a poem or painting.
Under the astonished and curious gazes of the crowd, Violet Nelson walked over to Young Master Graves and greeted him with a smile, “Young Master Graves.”
“Ms. Nelson,” Gavin Graves turned and saw her, smiling warmly, “Have you been finding your stay comfortable these past few days?”
“The second young master has taken great care of me, organizing many activities. I’ve been enjoying myself thoroughly.” Violet’s beautiful eyes briefly skimmed past Roy Howard, her gaze soft and enticing, “Aren’t you going to introduce us?”
She prided herself on her noble birth and was accustomed to men fawning over her; hence, she wouldn’t rush forward mindlessly like Avery Graves.
Approaching Gavin Graves was a good strategy; he was a host and had business dealings with the Simonson Family, making it customary and inevitable for him to introduce her to other guests at the banquet.
As expected, Gavin Graves did not decline, introducing, “This is the chairman of the Howard Group, Roy Howard. At least one-third of Wheatley’s population works for the subsidiaries of Howard Group, calling him the emperor of Wheatley wouldn’t be an overstatement.”
Roy Howard’s eyes narrowed slightly: This Gavin Graves, heaping such praise on him, surely had an ulterior motive.