Two days passed in a row.
Benjamin Grant returned from New York with Isabelle Nightingale.
Isabelle had a membrane fixed, and the doctor issued a virginity certificate for her, and yes, even a virginity certificate for Benjamin Grant.
Benjamin directly had Clan Grant’s people send out the proof.
[Benjamin Grant, heir to the Grant Group, is confirmed to be a virgin. Our young master is still the top talent in the Sovereign Capital. If anyone slanders him, see you in court] + City Hospital virginity certificate photo.
Nightingale Group also followed suit with a public statement:
[Isabelle Nightingale, the Nightingale Family’s daughter, maintains her virginity, confirmed as a virgin in the hospital] + photo attached
Isabelle spent money hiring a large number of internet trolls to clear her name online.
"Benjamin brother, thank you!" For letting her be a virgin once more, "Benjamin brother, the doctor said the membrane is quite thick... even tighter than a real one!"
Isabelle, having just come back, started showing off again.
Benjamin curled his lips, and his large hand placed on her hips: "You’re so provocative!"
Benjamin hadn’t tried the fixed membrane yet... wonder... what it really feels like?
Thinking about it, an evil-fire quickly surged within him.
"Alexis, once the storm passes, I’ll break this membrane for you!"
"Benjamin brother, then hurry up and clear my name. I want you to quickly..." Isabelle was already impatient.
The two kissed in Benjamin’s luxury car for a long time before Isabelle got out and walked into the Nightingale residence.
"Mommy, I’m back." Isabelle said.
Violet Hargrove was applying makeup, wearing a split cheongsam, with a seductive look, not at all like a wealthy lady, more like... a madam from a brothel.
And Isabelle, having just miscarried less than a month ago, was wearing a deep V-neck semi-transparent lace dress, resembling someone coming out from a nightclub.
Violet put down a certain brand of lipstick, her eyes filled with bitterness: "Hmph, that little bitch Eva Nightingale actually dared to hit me with a high heel."
That day Violet wanted to kill her, but not only did she fail, she was struck hard by Eva with a high heel, injuring Violet’s face, even her nose got dislocated.
She went to the hospital for correction only yesterday.
"Alexis, take a look at Mommy’s nose, is it still crooked?"
Isabelle cautiously extended her hand and pinched Violet’s nose, it was crooked.
"Ouch, can’t you be gentle?" Violet was furious, adjusting her crooked nose in the mirror, "Almost got disfigured by you again!"
Violet was so angry she could almost bite off her cheeks: "I’ve been probing around and found out, that damned bitch Eva really hooked up with a big shot!"
"She’s at Nightfall Palace right now, doing things with her sugar daddy that should not be seen!"
Violet spent a lot of money to have someone probe and found out Eva’s whereabouts.
She must go capture the act, record the video, and expose her.
"Good!" Isabelle gritted her teeth in hatred, "Mommy, let’s go capture the act together and record the video of that bitch! I want Eva to taste the feeling of being exposed too!"
The mother and daughter, dressed in luxury brands and wearing towering high heels, left.
Carla Carr called Eva Nightingale, drinking at the bar.
Eva was free from filming today, she wore a white long dress and said to Lucas Knight, "Um... Mr. Knight," she corrected herself halfway, "Husband, I’m heading to the bar later."
This is the presidential suite.
Since being with him, she had stayed here countless times.
What is his true identity?