Chapter 20 The Trap

Regina was feeling uneasy. Hannah despised her so much that even when she looked at her more closely, she was miserable. Since today is Martin's family banquet, there must be many people who have established good acquaintances with aristocratic families as well as those who have business links. How could Hannah take the initiative to invite her to such an event? "Click..." A charming and opulent aura rushed at the face as the door was slowly pushed open. Regina's frail body had been buried in the mob. She stood motionless as a man not far away approached her with steady steps, no, walked towards the hall. Mandel was dressed in a grey-black suit custom-made by a reputed Italian tailor to match every curve of his physique. The glittering bespoke cufflinks on the cuffs made every attempt to embellish his tall and straight torso. He had a gorgeous face and deep, uncaring eyes, as if he didn't feel anything. He was dignified, regal, and mysterious, with slim arms that were naturally per