"Me? Knowing someone as distinguished as Mr. Blanchet? In my dreams!"
Ellinor retorted quickly while trying her best to withdraw her hand.
But she was too vigorous, and the cup got knocked off track, spilling half its tea. The man's hand was scalded red in an instant.
"Good Lord! Ellinor, what's wrong with you?!"
Sheila yelped, pushing Ellinor aside and rushing over to fawn over Theo's burn.
"Mr. Blanchet, are you in pain? I'm so sorry; my country bumpkin assistant is so clumsy. I'm gonna give her a piece of my mind later!"
Theo coldly withdrew his hand without letting Sheila touch him, shaking off the remaining tea and accepting a napkin from a waiter, slowly wiping his hand.
His gloomy gaze remained fixated on Ellinor. He didn't even frown at the burn, but after a moment of silence, he ominously said, "A harsh lesson is in order."
Sheila reached out and grasped at thin air, her movement stiffening. To cover her embarrassment, she turned her head and scolded.
"Ellinor, what are you standing there for? Apologize to Mr. Blanchet now!"
And one more thing; she found Ellinor standing there quite an eyesore. Her outfits were so outdated and ridiculous that she was drawing all the attention and stealing Sheila's thunder!
Upon hearing Sheila's dismissal, Ellinor happily nodded and walked away. Being away from those people was the best thing for her.
The VIP reception room was spacious. Apart from Theo and a few servers attending to the guests, everyone else had left.
Ellinor spotted a sofa in the distance where no one was sitting. It was a quiet spot. She went over and sat down, scrolling on her phone to kill time. As she was engrossed in a game of Tetris, a slender hand suddenly offered her a glass of orange juice. Ellinor paused for a moment, looked up, and saw Bartlett's handsome face smiling at her.
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