Chapter 155: On Purpose

Before the birthday banquet, Roxanne gave Alfred his final treatment. Though he couldn't stand for long, his spirits were improved, and he could get out of bed and move around. She also gave him medication with instructions to take it on time. His treatment was then complete.

On the day of the banquet, Roxanne finished work at the research institute and went home to dress. After putting on a dress, styling her hair, and applying simple, elegant makeup, she went to the Queen residence.

The banquet was just beginning when she arrived. Luxury cars lined the driveway, and the residence was filled with prominent figures from Horington. Roxanne, having lived in Horington previously, recognized most of the guests, though few recognized her.

Nevertheless, her arrival commanded immediate attention. The crowd gasped. Her hair was elegantly tied back, showcasing her slender neck and exquisite features, even with minimal makeup. Her smile lit up her eyes, and her long, slender legs further captivated the guests. Whispers about her family immediately filled the room.

Roxanne pretended not to notice the attention. Unsure of how to initiate conversation, she decided to find a quiet corner. However, after only a few steps, Jonathan called out, "Dr. Jarvis, you look amazing today."

He noted that during Alfred's treatment, she always wore a shirt and pants, and never wore makeup. While she was always attractive, she had never looked so stunning.

Roxanne paused and politely acknowledged his compliment.

"Since you're here, don't hide! My grandfather is waiting for you!" Jonathan, sensing her reluctance, invited her to see Alfred.

Feeling obliged, Roxanne endured curious stares as she greeted Alfred, who welcomed her with an affectionate smile and pleasantries. The warm interaction between Roxanne and the Queen family piqued the guests' interest.

Meanwhile, Lucian left his office, en route to the banquet, when Sonya called.

"Have you finished work? Could you pick me up? I'm at Neon Boutique," she asked.

Lucian, checking the time, agreed. Neon Boutique, owned by the Lane family—close associates of the Farwells—was a generations-old, high-end boutique specializing in evening wear. Their pricey creations were highly sought after by Horington's elite. The Lane family were all prominent fashion designers. The Farwells always used Neon Boutique for formal events.

Lucian wasn't surprised by Sonya's location.

Upon his arrival, the manager greeted him. Sonya was ready but remained seated as Lucian entered. "Have a seat," she said.

Confused, Lucian asked, "Aren't you finished? It's getting late."

Sonya gestured towards a fitting room. "Wait for Aubree."

Lucian frowned. She's doing this on purpose, he thought.

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