A few maids stared at Eva Nightingale in a daze.
She was so beautiful! No wonder His Excellency the President treats her differently, it’s simply special treatment.
This wardrobe is just too large, with a red carpet laid out at the entrance.
When she came out, she walked a long way on the red carpet.
Harry North followed her respectfully, along with a group of bodyguards, not daring to stay too far from her, yet not daring to be too close.
Harry North knew very well about his President’s jealousy! If he got too close to Miss Nightingale, that man might really send him on a trip to Africa, and he would undoubtedly become the true ’dead’!
The Admiral even sent his nephew to Africa for real.
It was all because of Albert Kingsley, that wayward heir to the military, who was reckless and neglected his duties. To make matters worse, he offended Miss Nightingale and Miss Carla Carr.
Albert Kingsley’s outcome was miserable. Who knows what he’d be like when he returned from Africa next time?
Would he really turn into coal?
Eva Nightingale got into the car, sitting quietly in the back seat.
She gazed out of the window; the city glittered with lights and glamour.
She had heard of Lanwan Garden before, but since she had never been there, she didn’t know what kind of people it housed.
Now that she’s going, she’s... just going as his female companion!
About half an hour passed.
The car had arrived at Lanwan Garden.
Through the car window, Eva Nightingale saw the imposing gate standing firmly, with highly secure protective barriers at the entrance.
Bodyguards patrolled everywhere.
Seeing Harry North driving the Crown Prince’s vehicle into the manor, the bodyguards did not hesitate for a moment and promptly opened the protective barriers, assuming a respectful demeanor.
The car drove into the manor for a distance and then stopped steadily.
Harry North got out of the car, opened the door: "Miss, please get out!"
Eva Nightingale got out of the car.
Under her feet was a soft, thick Persian carpet laid over marble floors, stretching all the way inside the manor.
The manor was extraordinarily large and luxurious.
The red carpet seemed to stretch endlessly.
She had heard before... the Knight Clan holds an exceptional position in the Sovereign Empire, and Eva Nightingale knew it was the Empire’s first noble family and wealthy clan.
When they first met, she never thought he would have such an identity!
If she had known... she wouldn’t have been involved with such a noble family...
The Nightingale Family’s third-rate aristocracy always had unexpected incidents every day... would it be the same here, where things aren’t so calm?
Ever since she first learned of his identity, she was shocked, and this time, coming to the old mansion, she was even more... hesitant.
If she had known his identity earlier, she might not have married and registered with him so hastily.
After all, the two of them married so hastily indeed.
No wedding, nothing; she never asked for any of it, never even thought about it.
Eva Nightingale walked on the red carpet.
She indeed caught everyone’s attention.
At this point, all the young heiresses who received invitations had arrived, and everyone couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at Eva Nightingale’s dress, embedded with jewels.
"Wow! Her dress is so beautiful, but I don’t know whose companion she is!"
"Is there anyone in the circle who knows her? Whose family does she belong to?"
"No, I don’t know her, but she looks somewhat familiar..."
Eva Nightingale ignored those voices.
There was envy, jealousy, and many more...
The dress’s skirt was too long, so she had to drag the excess fabric with one hand.
The other hand was holding something resembling an invitation, given to her by Harry North.
She accepted it at the time and walked away with it, without even looking at what it was.