A Crazy One-night Stand

Chapter 20: Can I Borrow Mr. Wilson?

At the banquet hall.

Monica was wearing a black evening gown with high heels. She walked up to Wilson with a glass of red

wine in her hands. "Mr. Wilson, thank you for coming to the banquet. Here's to you."

Wilson nodded and clinked his glass with Monica's. His movements were extremely elegant.

"Hi, how should I address you?" Monica smiled sweetly and looked over at the Alina who was standing

beside Wilson.

Alina composed herself and smiled in return. "I'm Alina Miller. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, it's Alina. You look so beautiful!"

"Thank you!" Alina beamed.

"Alina, I don't have a partner with me today. Can I borrow Mr. Wilson for just five minutes? I'll greet a

few of my old friends with him before returning him later." Monica looked at Alina hopefully, blinking her This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

doe-like eyes. It was difficult to refuse her.

Alina looked at Wilson for his permission. She couldn't make this decision by herself. Although they

were about to get married, they weren't close. Moreover, she became more and more aware of the

status gap between them. Previously when he gave her a cheque of five million, she assumed that he

was just rich. Little did she know that he was the president of Scott Group.

Wilson glanced at Alina and said, "You can wait for me at the sofa. I'll join you in a while!"

"Alright!" Alina let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he agreed, or else it would have been really

awkward.

Monica smiled sweetly and reached out to hold onto Wilson's arm. Alina took a glass of wine and

walked towards the sofa. Her high heels were making her feet ache.

"What a coincidence!" Yet another familiar voice spoke up.

Alina looked up and saw Anne glaring at her with hostile eyes. Of course, Ken was with her.

Ken glanced at Wilson and Monica who were walking away and turned back to Alina. He said

mockingly, "I've heard that Mr. Harry's daughter, Monica, was ranked 47th on the Top 100 Most

Famous Socialites!"

Alina's smile was as charming as ever. "It's not a surprise. She is both beautiful and refined!"

Ken taunted, "Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"

Alina answered nonchalantly, "I'm not comparing myself with her. This is not a competition!"

Ken smiled coldly at Alina's words. "You're always good at self-consolation!"

"What else can I do?" Alina raised her brows and stared at Ken. She felt her heart break into two, but

she hid her pain.

"I hope you can maintain your marriage!" Ken sneered. He bent down and whispered into Alina's ear,

"Now you may be Mrs. Wilson Scott. Once he dumps you, then you are nothing."

"You don't have to worry about me," Alina replied in disdain and walked away. This man had hurt her

time and time again, but she still couldn't move on from him. She was such an idiot!

Anne gritted her teeth with anger as she stared at Alina's back. This woman always had a superior look

on her face, which she hated.

After Alina left, Ken's gaze lingered on her.

"Ken!" Anne tried to get his attention. She tightened her grip on his arm.

Ken didn't respond, his gaze still following Alina.

That woman, had he never understood her? The sweet memories during their two-year relationship in

university were just for show. She played with his feelings and deceived him. However hard he tried to

move on, he was still affected by her. On the other hand, she got married so quickly and appeared to

have found happiness.

"Ken!" Anne called him again softly.

"Alright, let's greet Mr. Harry!" Ken said and led Anne towards Harry. A woman like Alina was not worth

his time. Although he did not love Anne, at the very least, Anne was loyal to him.

Thinking of this, his expression softened and he turned to Anne. "When Mother comes home from

vacation, let's put our wedding on the agenda!"