Chapter 918 God Descends (29)

The Duchess put away the beautiful little black fan in her hand, pursed her red lips slightly, pulled down the corners of her lips, frowned, and glanced at the girl next to Fu Yue displeasedly.

Such an expression clearly means disgust.

"Andrea, you talk a bit too much. As a lady, how can you say such words to your sister regardless of the occasion? I might consider mentioning to the Duke about you retaking etiquette classes."

The Duchess has a very clear-cut temperament of love and hate.

For example, now.

She clearly expressed her displeasure with Andrea.

Andrea's face turned pale. She was very afraid of the Duke of White Rose, that serious and rigid man, even if this man was her father by blood.

No matter how angry she was, Andrea still gave in on the surface and stopped jumping around in front of Fu Yue. She stood honestly next to the duchess, bit her lip slightly, and secretly rolled her eyes at Fu Yue. .

Fu Yue: "..."

Idiot.

The banquet officially started.

Two heavy and huge doors were opened. Looking from the outside to the inside, the first thing that caught the eye was a blanket that extended to the center of the castle hall. It was painted with complicated patterns, showing the unique elegance and luxury of the Middle Ages. The color was dark blue. Mainly dark red, bright color.

Two rows of well-dressed servants were holding plates and standing inside the door. An old medieval gentleman who looked like a butler, wearing a dark and elegant tuxedo, put one hand across his lower abdomen and bowed to the guests.

Pure and elegant British pronunciation and fluent vocabulary.

"Ladies and ladies, welcome to the birthday party of His Royal Highness Prince Charles..."

Wait for the old gentleman to finish speaking.

All the guests took their seats one after another.

Fu Yue and her sisters naturally sat with the duchess, sitting closer to the main seat.

Fu Yue raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the hall.

Most of the people he saw were blond and blue-eyed palace beauties. She was the only one with black hair. Fu Yue could even feel eyes falling on her from time to time, accompanied by low laughter.

Fu Yue didn't think anything of it.

She even turned her eyes slightly in that direction, and a curve that seemed to be a smile but not a smile appeared on her fair and sharp face.

Girls over there: "..."

They used to laugh at this Chloe like this, but why was her reaction completely different from before?

How could they have imagined that inside the same shell, the soul was completely different...a demon from hell.

Powerful, cold, and extremely conceited.

Chloe had always had low self-esteem before. Although she had always tried her best to pretend to be arrogant, what was hidden under the mask was a heart of low self-esteem and sensitivity.

But now Fu Yue has never had such a feeling of inferiority.

If it were Fu Yue, she would definitely say that.

"Huh? Inferiority? What the hell is that emotion?"

His eyes fell on the beautiful face of the black-haired girl, and the eyes of the noble ladies invariably became a little more subtle.

Although Chloe was discriminated against because of her black hair, there was another reason because she had great beauty.

It is different from the gorgeous and passionate appearance of Western women. Chloe's beauty is a typical oriental beauty, as delicate and beautiful as a porcelain doll. People feel that looking at her is a kind of blasphemy against the ultimate beauty.

The sound of military boots hitting the ground seemed to strike everyone's heartstrings.