CEO's Revengeful Queen

Chapter 19: A Touch of Style

He greeted him politely, "Hello, Mr. Foster. Thank you for your kind wishes. To what do we owe this

pleasure of your visit?"

Lance smiled, "We came to present some gifts to you for your birthday at your granddaughter, Miss

White's, special request."

After Lance finished speaking, he waved his hand at the men in black beside him. The men

simultaneously opened the boxes at once.

Everyone saw that the gifts were of supreme quality.

"Do my eyes deceive me? An ivory pearl, a jade carving of the Lonely Mountain, the blueprint of Bright

Moon Mountain, the rare jadeite bracelet from Misty Mountains, to name a few! Oh my god! All these Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

are valuable treasures!"

Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Carla's eyes widened when she saw all these!

She had her eye on the rare jadeite bracelet from Misty Mountains. It was worth a billion dollars or

more, and there were only two of these bracelets in the world. The daughter of a billionaire owned one

of them. Carla had been lucky enough to see her wear it at an elite socialite gathering. No one knew

where the other one was. Who would have expected it to make an appearance today?

Lance said that he had followed the special request of Lorin's granddaughter, Miss White. Could it

be...?

Carla looked joyfully towards Lance.

Naturally, Lorin knew about these treasures. The ivory pearl and the blueprint of Bright Moon Mountain

were priceless treasures.

He frowned and said, "President Foster, may I ask, this Miss White you mentioned is...?" Lance Foster

had mentioned that he had given these gifts to him on behalf of his granddaughter. In Lorin's mind,

Annetta was his only granddaughter.

"Grandpa..." Carla went up to him and held Lorin's arm tenderly. She smiled at Lance and said,

"President Foster, thank you for personally coming to my grandfather's dinner party and for bringing so

many gifts. Grandpa and I receive your kindness with our deepest gratitude."

Although the Powells had never accepted her, she had always claimed to be the granddaughter of the

Powells.

Carla thought that the granddaughter of the Powells that President Foster mentioned could only be her.

Lorin frowned and looked at Carla, who was holding his arm. He wanted to pull his hand back, but

Carla was strong, and he could not break away from her grip.

Some guests in the crowd were surprised and said, "Carla White knows President Foster of the Infinity

Group?"

"She is definitely the granddaughter of the Powells!"

"How are you so sure that it is Carla White?"

"Didn't President Foster say that he would deliver gifts according to Old Master Lorin's granddaughter's

instructions?"

"Just now, Kevin Powell said that Annetta is the only granddaughter of the Powells! How could it be

Carla?"

Everyone compared Annetta and Carla. Annetta was sitting in a wheelchair and dressed in an old-

fashioned outfit. She was not pretty and could have been mistaken for their grandmother if there were a

few more wrinkles on her face.

However, Carla was different. She stood next to Lorin, wearing an evening gown that complimented her

tall figure. Elegant, gentle and refined, her every move was charming.

"Carla is much better than Annetta. Look at her beauty and class. There is no doubt that Carla White is

the Powells' granddaughter President Foster is referring to!"

"Hmph, way to judge a book by its cover!"

"Are you jealous? Only someone like Carla is worthy of being Old Master Lorin's granddaughter!"

Carla listened to the discussions in the crowd and subconsciously puffed up with pride.

To squeeze her way into the celebrity circle, she had spent loads of money on modelling lessons, so

she naturally had a classy aura, which was incomparable to the average person.

Lance spoke again just as Carla was preening and strutting around, as proud as a peacock.

"Of course the Miss White I am referring to is..." Lance's eyes fell on Annetta.