From head to toe, she was the epitome of one thing—disarray.
The female reporter was momentarily stunned, then her eyes lit up as though she had discovered a new continent, and she immediately charged over to take photos of Annie.
Noticing the commotion, other reporters swarmed around her like flies, enclosing Annie.
"Miss Annie, why are you in such a state?"
"Has something happened?"
"Why have you come to the election ?"
Annie glanced at Helen not far away and was unwilling to speak much, instead forcefully pushing through the reporters and clumsily climbing up the steps.
The reporters were not going to let her go that easily—continuously snapping pictures and following her until the security personnel on the podium rushed over, and only then was she able to break free from the siege of reporters.
At this very moment, Marquis Smith was also in a state of extreme frustration.
On the stage, the host’s introductory speech was already halfway through, and the next phase was the speech segment. To ensure his daughter performed well, Marquis Smith had specifically arranged for Annie’s speech to be one of the first.
At this critical moment, Annie was still not found, and her phone was not reachable; how could Marquis Smith not be anxious?
"...Alright, now let’s invite our first candidate of the day—Miss Annie Smith to the stage to speak!"
The host led the applause, and the entire venue erupted into thunderous claps.
However, the protagonist did not take the stage; they waited for a while, but she still didn’t appear.
The host was also a bit bewildered—how could someone be late for something ?
"It seems our Miss Annie is not quite ready yet." The host was internally puzzled but continued to speak to avoid an awkward silence, "Alright, let’s cheer for her, everyone call out the name of this young and beautiful lady—Annie Smith!"
Many in the crowd chimed in with cheers.
In recent days, Annie had not been idle, attending events far and wide to gather supporters.
Already holding a significant status in F Country, coupled with frequent recent activities, and the halo of being an heir to the Smith family, she naturally attracted many supporters.
However, even after the chants, she still did not appear on stage.
The host, puzzled, looked to the side, when suddenly someone exclaimed.
All eyes unanimously turned toward the entrance, and sure enough, they saw a figure rush in with a wrinkled and inappropriate dress for the occasion—it was Annie.
Upon seeing his daughter’s disheveled appearance, Marquis Smith felt the world go dark and nearly passed out from anger.
What kind of event was this, and at such an important time... How could this damned girl show up ?
The host, seeing Annie’s disheveled condition, frowned, and while hesitating about how to deal with the situation, Annie had already turned and started walking towards the stage.
"Alright, now we shall pass the stage to Annie Smith!"
Uncertain of her intentions, the host simply stepped aside and gave up the chairman’s position to her.
As Annie walked onto the platform, the cameras zoomed in on her face on the big screen, and those who were too far to see clearly now noticed her smeared makeup, with many shaking their heads in disapproval.
Marquis Smith was already seething with anger, about to charge onto the stage.
"Marquis!" Dolly stood up to block him, "It’s better for you to sit here and watch."
Marquis Smith shrugged off his arm and sat back down in his chair.
On the stage, Annie looked around at her surroundings, and seeing Helen not far away, smiling and gently shaking her phone at her.
Good morning, and thank you all for your support~!~