Daughter-in-law Strikes Harder

That same evening for his mother’s birthday party, Dalton had to be at another banquet that he could not avoid attending. His mother had acted up in her own way to change her son’s mind, but soon gave up when she realized that it was strictly business that couldn’t be missed with pleasure.

There were so many reasons Dalton hated gatherings like that, and the major one was being in the limelight of the event and not even the pride others had always emphasized about.

The unnecessary friendliness for mainly commensalism which he would never partake in. The strive for attention and the untold competition amongst low-level and high-level elites.

And as expected, the spotlight could not be avoided. The party was the one for top young ranked socialites and top listed celebrities, as they all ambled into the hall dressed in their luxurious dresses of weird shapes and structures. The party clash was evident.

The Millers were for the specially invited businessmen of classes and age. The other young ones who are clearly an outcome of social stratification were hosting the banquet. And, it was the same gathering that Dalton was attending to meet with a foreigner whose company was going under overseas.

The owner of the automobile company had passed away, and his mother had done everything in her power, to put her son in place of power in the company, as the new CEO.

However, he was more invested and interested in engaging in the entertainment life his peers enjoyed, and successfully wrecked the company after all investors had pulled out under one year. The pressure of the media weighed on him, with the high scale of bankruptcy in the company.

The young heir needed a place to forget the ordeal which he was going through that surpassed him, especially with the fact that there was a dire need to hand over the rights of the company to another buyer.

He found out about the banquet party through his foreign friends and crashed at the party, to relieve any kind of stress the press articles had put on him in the Philippines. And that exactly, was Dalton’s aim.

Numerous cars of exotic sizes and price tags rolled into the front of the red carpet, as the paparazzi were everywhere in corners to get out anything that could publish any news. And in that same party too was Collin, who was tipped off too by his assistant about the buyout.

The presence of the man who had entered the hall to spike the degree in body temperature, made the people wonder what suddenly went on with the reduced side talks and chatting.

Their eyes grew wide to see who had made a grand but subdued entrance, with his aura which was hard to miss that dissipated into the air immediately.

There were distant chatters and talks amongst the people, when they saw who made way into the banquet ceremony too with them.

The young and classy elites had inferior complexes towards Dalton who was more or less age difference with them, and felt intimidated because it seemed like he was present there, just to lower their level of social hierarchy.

In all kinds of forms and power they could possess, he was still the one to top them all.

The young ladies who had been trying so hard to meet or even see him from afar, had their heels frozen on the cold ground in opposition to their intended action if they ever met him.

He just went past everyone and mingled into the crowd, with his eyes being so calculative with exactly the mission he came there for.

With few people who swallowed their pride to meet and talk to him, Dalton’s eyes hardly missed the sight of the man whose face was now scribbled in his head.

They had no business in common and were never acquaintances or business partners, in a way too close enough for Dalton to never forget his appearance. But he didn’t.

And the reason was because the guy had an untold relationship, with the only person that was invading his thoughts. Even his name that Alex had only spoken of to him only once, stuck to his brain stubbornly in ways that he could not seem to forget; Collin Carson.

The rigidness and suffocation in the air was noticeable, especially among those who knew what happened at the auction when they saw Collin.

They began to nurse so many bothering thoughts in their heart to what exactly was going on, to make those two same men be in the same space at unlikely places. The sudden tension was hard to miss.

Their egos would clash, but one was modest enough to be the gentleman he had always been. And to their tables that were just a few inches apart, Collin moved over to him to exchange pleasantries making sure not to bring out his hand for a shake. Dalton really hated his guts.

He was dying with him to punch him in the face while asking what kind of connection he had to someone, who never had friends to talk to or anyone to visit her in years of the marriage.

Curiosity was eating him up to know exactly why Aria could smile so easily to his annoyingly pretty face, but every smile and greeting at that point was filled with unspoken words of venomous contempt.

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“What was going on there?” Aria heard the voice immediately she came out of the nearest bathroom, and it was someone she least expected again out of the sisters.

‘What was wrong with everyone that they now saw the need to talk to her? Was it because of their mother’s birthday or any other thing?’

A dazzling Eva was standing in front of her in her simple dress as usual, which was the least fancy amongst every dress that the other sisters wore. Her carat diamond heels were the real display which was worth ten of millions. Her lifestyle was hard to understand, and none of her sisters tried to see eye to eye with her.

It was when she had tried to think of the right words to hit her with, that she realized that she had probably walked in time to see the last scene had ensued between her and Damon.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She knew that it was never Eva’s place to care about any relationship she might have had with Damon, for them to be found in such a compromising position regardless of his connections now to Emma.

However, for whatever reasons it was that prompted the fox to talk, she wasn’t going to sound nice to her regardless.

“Shouldn’t you just go your own way, and ignore things that you don’t normally care about?” Aria retorted obnoxiously, that hit frigid Eva in the wrong way.

“You should just remain as quiet as you have always been since the past years. That would be the best.”

“Finally thankful that your hypocrisy has decided to let go of pretense, and be yourself which is as disgusting as how the others act. Trying to be a perfect family in front of everyone, while setting fire beneath the real structuring of the facade.”

“Do you realize how badly these stupid and sudden actions could cos……”

“I would see you later, sister, Eva,” Aria cut her off immediately and walked away from her sight, because she couldn’t even imagine exchanging words together with her.

Her mind was filled with too many things to even say anymore words, but she sure loathed Eva probably more than Ellen who was just all about the noise.

In that space of a few minutes was Damon who was too meticulous and sly, hiding behind the wall layer to pretend like he had left.

He knew that the Millers were far from perfect, and was really interested in finding out some of their weak links. Sensing that someone was coming, he quickly turned away from Aria and took another turn from the hallway.

Damon had listened to every of Aria’s discussions with Eva, which made him realize that Aria didn’t just hate them for no one reason.

It was a clear fact to him that it wasn’t just a few months that Aria had been married to Dalton, and that there was some kind of bad blood between everyone, especially at the manner that Aria was talking back to her so maliciously.

He was confused. Judging from the relationship they had in the past, he knew that Aria wasn’t just the kind of person to talk back at anyone. Even to that, he had sometimes treated her poorly in the short run which didn’t matter. Something about her had changed.

And just in his same rude and uncultured self, he came out so briskly and slammed her shoulders against the wall. His voice was so coarse and his gaze was really overbearing, the same way he always did that would make her shiver in the past.

Wham!

Her hand flew through the air in a split second and hit him across the face, which put so much shock in him because he didn’t expect it.

She glared at him and pushed him away immediately, but he used his man strength to hold her still by the shoulders. She would still listen to whatever he had to say.

“You have changed, you bitch! This is not the person I know. You are not Aria Hamilton, you golddigger!”