Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 89

Chapter 89 Mr Fox Doting on His Wife

There was no reason for Monica to attend the celebration banquet, for she had no part in any of the honors. However, when Stanley personally came to her and invited her, the could not bring herself to refuse as she felt it was an honor

“Stan- She had wanted to say a few words to him, but he turned and left before she could finish. The sense of alienation made her heart grow cold once again.

In reality, he did not only invite Monica but also all the members of the design department and the company’s executives The celebration banquet was grand since the Queen of Brundela was in attendance. The employees of the Fox Group had a strong sense of collective pride, and even though the designs were not their own, they were happy to have weathered the crisis. So, most of the designers were in a good mood at the banquet.

“Do you know whose designs caught the eye of the Queen?”

“It’s said to be Mr. Fox’s old sketches, and Mrs. Fox was the one who presented them to the Queen.”

“Wasn’t she nervous?”

“I don’t know, but for now, it seems like the Queen is quite happy.”

That night, all eyes were undoubtedly on Melinda. Her waist-length hair cascaded down her back, exuding a serene and delicate vibe. The pitch-black strands flowed like a waterfall, beautifully framing her ivory-

white face.

The Queen took her hand, and she gave off a quiet and humble feeling, as well as a certain aura of confidence.

Monica did not have a chance to get close to the Queen, so she was extremely envious. Only Lydia was by her side, understanding her pain within. When she saw Monica having three drinks in a row, she said, “You shouldn’t drink anymore, Miss Keller. Tonight is not the night.”novelxo.com fast update

Yet, Monica picked up two glasses of wine and strode toward the man not far away. “I know what I’m doing

“Hey-“Lydia was helpless.

Under the moonlight, Stanley stood next to the glistening fountain, presenting a composed side profile with a tall and upright physique. Then, Monica handed him a glass of wine and asked with a gentle smile, “What’s on your mind?”

Only then did he snap out of his daze and take the glass. She took the initiative to clink glasses with him and then drank it all in one gulp. “The sketches were your old designs, right?” she asked. At first, he did not understand what she meant until she continued, “Melinda gained big this time. You can come to me for this kind of thing. I’m more professional than her, after all.”

“Those are her designs,” he said.

Monica was not surprised at all because she did not believe it in the first place. “If others didn’t know better, they’d think she was some big-name designer. Why did you speak so highly of her? Are you trying to have her join our design department?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“She’s my wife. Do you think she needs to work?” His tone was flat, and she saw a hint of tenderness in his deep eyes.

At that moment, Melinda walked over toward them. Although she saw Monica there, she did not plan to stop. When Monica inadvertently glanced at her, a thought flashed through her mind, and she started walking toward Melinda. Just as the two were about to brush past each other, Monica discreetly extended her foot to trip her love rival.

“Ah!” Melinda was caught off guard and stumbled, causing her to fall forward.

Hearing the shout, Stanley turned around and instinctively reached out to hold her in his arms. The strong force caused her to spin in a circle. Her crystal shoes lightly skimmed the water’s surface, creating a dainty yet beautiful ripple. She instinctively hugged his neck, her entire body hanging on him.

Monica was stunned as a warm round of applause echoed around them, and everyone cast envy toward them.

When Melinda regained her balance, she purposely looked at Monica, who guiltily hurried away. As Stanley directed his gaze to where Melinda was looking, he asked in a low voice, “Did she trip you?”

“What do you think?” While hugging his neck, she stared at him from a close distance. “Wanna stand up for me? How about firing her?”