Angie’s makeup suited her very well. She stood there proudly with a hint of sharpness in her eyes.

“It's you?”

Yvette frowned.

Angie smiled. “Today is my engagement. Of course, it’s me.”

Yvette tossed her hair back and turned to leave.

Angie called her and blinked.

“I don't know them, but I know you. Do you want to introduce the guests to me?”

Yvette chuckled. “Did you pay me? Why should I do that?”

Then, she turned away.

Angie’s tone was light. “Ms. Quimbey, can you tell me which company that man in the gray suit downstairs is the boss of?”

Yvette subconsciously glanced downstairs. The man wearing an expensive gray suit downstairs had sharp eyes and was handsome with a few hints of restraint and caution as he looked around for something.

She frowned slightly. She did not recognize him at all.

She was just about to speak when she saw Mitchell coming up. He smiled.

“Ms. Quimbey, what a coincidence! I just saw Mr. Sheldon looking all over for you!”

Yvette muttered a curse a