Heh, if the President ignores them, they only have themselves to blame, don’t they? Hahaha! Her heart was filled with irresistible joy, beyond words.

Ava Morgan curled her lips into a sneer, saying, "I won’t chat with you anymore, I have to go dance with the President."

With that, she extended her hands to hold up the long sides of her gown and walked straight towards Lucas Knight ahead.

The women behind her envied her so much they could die, and could only watch her back as she walked away.

...

Inside the ballroom.

In the VIP lounge, Isabel Grant and Lucas Knight were sitting, with a few wealthy socialites nearby.

Isabel Grant opened her eyes and glanced towards the ballroom entrance, "Hey, Lucas promised he would be here soon! We’ve been waiting for so long, all the guests are here, and he’s still not here. It’s driving me insane with impatience!"

Charlotte Knight, sitting next to her, reassured, "Don’t worry, ma’am, if brother Lucas said he would come, he will come. Maybe he was just delayed a bit by something unexpected, don’t be upset."

Charlotte knew Lucas Knight well; if he said he would come, he definitely would.

"Dear Ella, I’m not upset with him. Oh, you’re so considerate." Isabel took Charlotte’s hand, "You’re not young anymore, you shouldn’t always be following me around; it’s time to meet more male friends. Look at little Ivy and Pearly, they’ve already started doing their own things!"

In conversation.

Soon, Lucas Knight arrived at the entrance of the ballroom. His deep eyes immediately spotted Charlotte and Isabel.

After a moment’s pause, he headed towards the VIP area. Along the way, ladies and socialites greeted him, "Mr. President."

"Hm." He merely nodded gracefully, exuding elegance and poise, continuing towards the VIP area.

"Ma’am, I’m here."

"Lucas, you finally came." Isabel sighed in relief, reminding him, "Tonight, I’ll leave it to you and Ella. I won’t keep up with you youngsters. I’ll go with these ladies now."

"The White Family and our family are both reputable, so when Ella arrives, be good to her, okay?!"

Lucas Knight nodded, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of my sisters."

"Then I’m relieved." Isabel nodded in satisfaction, "I’ll leave with these ladies now."

Lucas Knight: "Take care."

Next, Charlotte bid farewell to the elder ladies and the few older socialites, leaving the ballroom mostly populated by younger people, save for a few in their forties, such as Bethany Knight’s mother, Lily Grant, and Ava Morgan’s mother, Francesca Lewis.

...

Charlotte saw the elderly lady and several socialites off and then returned to the ballroom.

In a corner, Lily Grant squinted, holding a drink and spoke to Bethany Knight, "Sweet daughter, weren’t you going to deal with that little b*tch tonight? This is your chance."

Bethany took a sip of her drink, a malicious smile curling on her lips, hmph!

She was two months pregnant, and now... she had to make sure Charlotte was done for. This child wasn’t Henry Maybourne’s at all; he hadn’t touched her that night, so she was just giving Henry an enormous metaphorical cuckold’s hat.

Hmph!!

"Mommy, just watch me. Tonight, as long as I fall down the stairs and miscarry, Charlotte will have to take the blame... hmph."

"I want to see how being favored helps her. So many people are watching tonight, she won’t escape responsibility."