Chapter 412

Ophelia shook her head and said, “I had an appointment with David.”

The other party was surprised, then shook their head helplessly. “Don’t joke; our Mr. Schultz didn’t receive any appointment, and he already has a guest.”

No appointments were received. Ophelia was puzzled; she was certain her husband was talking about David, wasn’t he? And it’s not like David flew all the way here just to take their wedding photos, right? How come there were other guests?

Just as I was about to speak, two people suddenly approached, happily chatting and walking in our direction. And, to my surprise, one of them was actually an acquaintance!

“Ophelia?”

The smile on Isabelle’s face disappeared immediately when she saw Ophelia. Ophelia also “tsked” in response. What bad luck! How is it possible to see someone annoying while taking wedding photos?

“Ms. Whitaker, what a coincidence,” she said, pulling her lips down coolly. Isabelle pressed down the corners of her lips, not hiding her disgust and hostility towards Ophelia at all. It was so obvious, and the people around her, including David, naturally noticed.

He glanced at Ophelia and, somewhat displeased, said to the staff, “Didn’t I say that no one else is allowed on this floor? How did this young lady come up here? Please ask her to go down!”

As soon as he spoke, Ophelia’s gaze immediately turned towards him. This was a man wearing a pink suit and black tight leather pants. He walked with a swaying waist and hips, and when he spoke, he would raise his hand, revealing the exaggerated nail art on his fingernails. Looking at him, who was a drag performer but had dyed his hair blonde, Ophelia was immediately stung and discreetly withdrew her head. Oh! At the same time, she also guessed the man’s identity from his words—David!

It seems that Isabelle and the other person were very familiar, even having a close relationship. Tugging at her lip, Ophelia said, “I had made an appointment to come for a photoshoot.”

David impatiently said, “I didn’t take any appointments. Take this lady downstairs!” The latter sentence was addressed to the staff.

Ophelia, nonchalantly, still said, “Mr. Schultz, do you want to check it out?”

David hadn’t spoken yet, but Isabelle let out a soft chuckle first, with a hint of arrogance, saying, “You don’t know David, do you? Do you think he is someone whose appointment anyone can make?”

David also nodded proudly, refusing to even look at Ophelia.

“Oh, really?” Ophelia remained calm, showing no signs of embarrassment or awkwardness about being asked to leave. She turned her gaze towards Isabelle and asked, “Then why are you here? Can you make appointments?”

David immediately said, “Ms. Whitaker was my friend; how could anyone compare to her!”

Isabelle smiled smugly, feeling that Ophelia’s forced indifference seemed particularly pitiful and laughable. David realized that she truly despised Ophelia, so he immediately faced her and made a gentlemanly bow, deliberately saying, “I am here today solely to serve my friend, Ms. Whitaker.”

Isabelle was amused by him and gave Ophelia a fleeting glance, saying, “Then please have unrelated personnel leave; the matter at hand is important.”

David agreed, and immediately Ophelia’s impatience showed on her face. She ordered the staff, saying, “It seems this young lady is unwilling to leave on her own, so you personally ‘escort’ her downstairs!”

This is directly going to drive people to the lower two levels. There are many people on the lower two levels, and Isabelle’s accumulated frustration over the past few days has dissipated by half at the thought of not knowing how many people will see Ophelia’s embarrassing appearance.