Hide Your Identities Or Inherit Millions

Chapter 31: Farmers from Africa?

In the Hall

Linda, egged on by her friends, lifted her eyelids to sneak a glance at the handsome man not far away.

She couldn't help but wonder, was Peter actually interested in her?

As Linda was contemplating, she suddenly noticed that the chatter around her began to fade. Many people's gazes shifted past her.

Confused, she turned her head and in that instant, her teeth clenched tight.

Elizabeth, dressed in a light-blue chiffon gown, gracefully descended the stairs. With every step she took, the eyes of the crowd followed.

One had to admit that Elizabeth was just perfect.

As if meticulously sculpted by God, her facial features were balanced and exquisitely beautiful.

Her distant eyebrows and eyes further enhanced her cold but alluring demeanor. The chandelier cast a soft gold hue on her long, curly eyelashes, making them resemble the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

She was stunning.

So much so that one's eyes did not want to part with the sight.

"Look at these people; they're so naive,"

Emily said as she followed behind Elizabeth. She would never admit that her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when she first saw Elizabeth.

Seeing everyone's reactions made her feel at ease.

It wasn't that she was inexperienced; it was that Elizabeth was abnormally captivating. A mere change of clothes had completely changed her aura.

Emily touched her rapidly beating heart, "Oh, my God, I almost fell in love with her."

"Look at Linda's expression," Emily whispered, "It's so dramatic, like a quick-change artist."

Elizabeth shot a quick glance at Linda, whose features seemed twisted in discomfort, but said nothing.

She didn't like this sort of setting but didn't want to give Sir and Lady Wilson the wrong impression.

So she came downstairs, only to find that she still didn't like it.

Therefore, Elizabeth went to a corner and sat down.

She spaced out.

Emily touched her nose, thinking she shouldn't disturb the goddess deep in thought. She then ran back to her parents.

After a moment of consideration, she sneakily took a picture of Elizabeth and sent it to the big bad wolf.

"Alex, look at my new goddess," she texted.

Alexander, who was still at work, looked at the message on his phone. His eyes fell on the picture, and he couldn't look away for quite some time.

Emily's photography skills were poor; she only captured Elizabeth's profile. Yet, it was still enough to leave Alexander amazed.

Narrowing his eyes, he took his time to study Elizabeth's features.

After a moment, he lifted his slender fingers and loosened his collar, revealing his delicate collarbone as if feeling the room's atmosphere was stifling.

For some reason, he somewhat regretted not being present that evening.

Meanwhile, a buzz was starting among Linda's friends.

"Who is this? She's really gorgeous. Linda, is she your relative?"

"With the appearance, she'd be the undisputed campus beauty at my school."

People tend to favor what looks good to them, especially someone as stunning as Elizabeth.

Clamping down on her teeth, Linda finally managed to calm her fluctuating emotions. She wore a proud smile, "That's my sister, of course, she's beautiful."

Everybody was stunned.

Silence engulfed the room.

Awkward!

The atmosphere turned incredibly awkward.

Remembering their previous judgments about Elizabeth, they all thought in unison, "If Elizabeth is an ugly duckling, then what are we?"

"Farmers from Africa?"

Ouch, why does it feel like a slap on the face?

After a long while, someone hesitantly broke the silence.

"Hey, she's not all that."

I'm guilty; I shouldn't insult the goddess.

"She's not the main character today. Dressing up so well must be intentional."

But she's truly beautiful.

Everyone said so but inevitably compared Linda and Elizabeth.

One was a pampered young lady raised in luxury, and the other was a girl who grew up in the mountains.

Why was there such a big difference?

Apparently, blood ties were significant.