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have to do this much already, I let out a sigh and got up and paced around thinking of a solution, and it dawned on me, I needed to attend some gala and events, maybe I'll be able to talk to few people and get some investors, my father had a reputation for being a

t looked like it would fit perfectly and it was a ball gown, it was a light pink dress that had a slit by the right side, it had a corset and was an off shoulder dress it also came with gloves and was a fitting dress, I put it on and it was beautiful, I guess I'm wearing this then, I put it on and picked out Jewelries and also a ring to wear on the glove, I tried to do my makeup but I never liked make up that much, I laughed at how awful it looked and cleaned it up and put on my

people, I guess being in a toxic relationship for years can make you lose your confidence and self esteem... we got the event and it was full of wealthy people, most of them were wealthier and some were royal families, even some politicians, I smiled and knew if i associate properly then I can convince a fe

ffee shop, I expected someone of his status to show off more, I guess he's also a shy person, I snapped back to reality and told myself that I'm sure he's as awful as his parents because I don't think a Rothschild would ever be nice, maybe he was having a bad day or maybe he wanted to buy that whole block, who knows, I saw grandpa socializing with them and he was gesturing for me to come to him, I went and he introduced me to them, with smiles I said my name, "I'm Claire Watson, nice to meet you" they were nice and I was surprised, the mother Emilia smiled and said "you're very young and beautiful my dear and you might just be the best thing to happen to your company maybe we can have a partnership

good he looked and smelled, he had the perfect set of teeth, his hair was laid back and he wore a black suit with a black shirt. He's such a mysterious looking man, I wonder if he has a girlfriend I thought to myself and I shrugged, I can't keep getting distracted. I've endured so much trauma lately, I'm pretty sure he's a play boy, he looks like one so he definitely is one. I'd rather be single tha

nds he was talking to, I exchanged pleasantries with them and left with Amy and grandpa, we got in the car and I couldn't be more happier, as we drove off I thought to myself and wondered if Henry was still at the event or he left or maybe