Victoria Don is actually Damon Hawke's fiancée!
Elara Don's beautiful almond eyes flickered with surprise as she stared in a daze at the couple walking toward her.
Victoria noticed Elara too, her smile froze slightly, and she instinctively tightened her hold on Damon's arm.
Today, Elara wore a figure-hugging lotus pink evening dress.
Her long hair slightly styled, exposing her smooth, full forehead.
Her elegant face, lightly adorned with makeup, appeared flawless under the lights.
Her captivating eyes were lively and charming!
Why did she come too?
Damon sensed Victoria's muscles tensing and slightly furrowed his sword-like eyebrows.
His gaze fell on Elara, and his eyes flickered slightly.
The woman with a bit of makeup looked very beautiful.
After recovering from a brief moment of surprise, Elara quickly regained her calm.
She nodded slightly at Damon as he approached, "Mr. Hawke."
She truly hadn't expected Damon Hawke's fiancée to be Victoria Don.
Indeed, narcissistic men only see themselves, so their taste in women can be quite poor!
"Sister, what a coincidence running into you here, why didn't you greet me when you saw me?"
Victoria smiled sweetly, "Come, let me introduce you! This is my fiancé, Damon Hawke. Damon, this is my father's adopted daughter Elara Don. But four years ago, due to her bad conduct, my father kicked her out of the house."
Elara actually knows Damon Hawke?
Can't let Damon Hawke have a good impression of her!
Victoria's words made Damon's eyes flicker slightly, and his brows furrow almost imperceptibly.
This woman is the Don Family's adopted daughter?
And she was kicked out because of bad conduct?
"Ah! Turns out you're my sister! Forgive me, I didn't recognize you right away."
Elara smiled tenderly, "I remember you used to have a flat nose, sunken eyes, and broad cheeks, completely different from now. Did you have everything done? Indeed, after surgeries, you became much prettier."
Sorry!
She didn't want to reveal the other's dark history.
But since the other provoked her first?
She wasn't going to take it lying down!
"You..."
Victoria's face alternated between pale and flushed, struggling to maintain her smile.
Elara chuckled lightly, turned, and gracefully walked forward.
Just as Ethan Lane arrived, they greeted each other and entered the hotel together.
Quite the sharp tongue!
Damon's dark eyes slightly narrowed, watching Elara and Ethan converse enthusiastically, his handsome face showing no emotion.
Victoria's expression was extremely ugly.
She watched Damon continue to gaze at Elara, gritting her teeth in hatred.
That damned Elara, after not seeing her for years, she became increasingly annoying!
"Damon, do you know Elly? My sister, she's really difficult to describe. Don't be fooled by her innocent look—she has a really messy private life and loves mingling with men. Oh, forget it, I just hope she's toned down over the years and stops targeting you."
Victoria feigned concern, adjusting his tie as she spoke coyly.
Damon gave her a deep look and pulled her hand away.
Women's petty jealousies didn't interest him at all.
Still, this adopted daughter of the Don Family, is she really as Victoria described, a woman with a chaotic private life?
His gaze settled on the woman greeting Marcus Sinclair not far away, as he strode over.
Behind him, Victoria bit her lip, her eyes flashing coldly.
She smoothed her perfectly styled hair, and exchanged a glance with a waiter.
Tonight, she was determined to win Damon over!
Over there.
Elara was talking with a respected elder.
"Mr. Sinclair, I'm truly pleased to see you in Sea City. I've read every paper you've published in journals, I'm really a fan."
"Haha, you're Charlotte Soo under Ryan, right? I'm familiar with you, an emerging talent in Scentia, full of potential!"
Marcus Sinclair laughed heartily, exchanging polite words.
"Mr. Sinclair."
Damon accepted a wineglass from a waiter and greeted Marcus respectfully.
"Young Hawke, congratulations on Hawke Corporation acquiring another formidable member! I'm looking forward to your development of more captivating perfumes."
Marcus patted Damon on the shoulder and smiled.
Damon slightly curved his lips and clinked glasses with him.
Elara blinked, her mischievous eyes sparkled: "Mr. Sinclair, Mr. Hawke is somewhat traditional, still believes women belong in the kitchen. I wonder if the perfumes I'll concoct will satisfy him!"
Damon: "..."
This woman, daring to critique him in front of Marcus Sinclair!
Sure enough, she was vengeful!
"You chat, I'll go to the restroom."
Elara chuckled secretly, glanced at someone's dark face, and left with her gown's hem lifted.
"Haha, Young Hawke, did your male chauvinism act up and offend her?"
"Ha, Mr. Sinclair, the ancients were right, women and petty people are hard to manage."
"..."
Elara felt contented.
She wandered a bit, encountered a few familiar faces.
She feared they would bombard her with questions, so she went upstairs.
Having seen everyone she wanted to, she would leave shortly.
Feeling a bit bored, she pushed open a guest lounge room and sat down, took out her phone to call her little darling.
But her son's phone was unreachable all the time.
Elara knitted her brows slightly, intending to leave.
Just as she opened the door, someone suddenly barged in.
Before she could react, she was held tightly!
A faint scent of tobacco, mixed with a cool mint aroma, it was...
"Mr. Hawke, let me go."
Elara glared at the man holding her, her face changing colors.
Damon only felt a burning sensation in his body, while the woman's breath before him made him feel familiar and pleasant.
A moment from four years ago seemed to flash through his mind.
The woman back then also carried this enticing scent that fascinated him.
He tightened his grip on her slender waist, pulling her close to him, his deep eyes, stimulated by the drug, exuded a dreamy allure.
"Who on earth are you?"
Charlotte Soo?
Why does she make him uncontrollably desire her!
Even with his fiancée who's drugged him, he still found her repulsive!
"I'm your fiancée's sister! Damon Hawke, you hypocrite, look clearly, I am not your fiancée!"
Elara felt the man's bodily changes, watching him try to tear her clothes apart, she struggled fiercely and raised her hand, slapping Damon hard.
The pain on his face brought a moment of clarity to Damon.
He slowly turned his head, his previously hazy eyes becoming cold and deep.
"Charlotte Soo, are you looking for trouble!"
No woman had ever dared slap him!
She was the first!
"Damon Hawke, you're such a pervert, you deserved that slap!"
Elara swallowed hard, quickly pulled out a bottle from her bag, and sprayed it on Damon.
A pungent smell burst forth, Damon immediately waved his hand, shouted angrily, "Charlotte Soo, what did you spray on me?"
"This is a spray concocted by me especially for dealing with perverts, Mr. Hawke, now, are you clear-headed?"