The Cherished Wife



"But..." Winter could not stand it. She had indeed made a name for herself at this event, but not in the way she wanted. It was a blow to her pride, especially with that wretched Noelle present.

Winter glanced over at Noelle, who was chatting with the man next to her. Her eyes flashed with irritation. She discreetly took out her phone, snapping a few photos of Noelle.

Suzy noticed and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing!" Winter quickly put away her phone and then looked in J's direction. "Who exactly is that woman?"

"Didn't you hear her greeting Charles' parents just now? If I'm not mistaken, she should be J Baker, Charles' uncle's daughter."

"J Baker..." Winter gritted her teeth, making a mental note of J's name. She would make sure J paid for the humiliation she suffered today.

"Just hold your horses for now. Charles didn't say anything more earlier, and it seems he doesn't particularly like J either."

"Really?" Winter's eyes brightened. "If that's the case, she doesn't have much to be proud of."

"Exactly. There's no need to dwell on it. Today's event isn't the right place to make a scene. We can find another opportunity."

On stage, after Becky gave a brief introduction, she announced, "Next, let's welcome our event host, Ms. J Baker, to the stage."

Having regained her poised and

elegant demeanor, J walked

confidently onto the stage. After all, she was raised by the Bakers and trained meticulously by Clarisse, Even if she had not been to

hundreds of such events, she could handle herself with ease.

Dressed in a pink mermaid evening gown adorned with sequins mimicking fish scales, J looked radiant under the lights. Aside from her earlier misstep and sharp

tongue, she now appeared

O

mesmerizing.

Everyone's attention was fixed on her. Seeing this, she proudly lifted the hem of her skirt and ascended the stage, acting more like an award recipient than a host.

J's gaze briefly met Charles'.

She was pleased, thinking she had

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impressed him. However, Charles showed no excitement or admiration while looking at her. His gaze was as neutral as if he were looking at just anyone.

J's hand faltered slightly as she held her skirt, but she quickly regained her composure, maintaining her elegance. She took the microphone from Becky. "Hello, everyone. I'm J."

The room erupted in applause, and someone even whistled.

J continued, her voice brimming with anticipation, "I'm sure you're all excited about tonight's event. To be honest, I'm really looking forward to it too..."

J carried on with her speech. Truly, she was a stunning beauty; otherwise, her mother's ex-boyfriend would not have taken her in. J had clearly inherited her mother's looks. When she was not having an outburst, she appeared quite normal and very beautiful. Compared to the Royal Star artists present, J outshone them easily. No wonder she was so confident and so sure that Charles would fall for her.