Oliver Wright received an invitation. It was for Alvin Smith’s fiftieth birthday celebration. Holding the invitation, Oliver Wright amiably said to Amelia Wright, "Amelia, come with me this afternoon to attend your Uncle Smith’s birthday banquet." Amelia looked hesitant: "I’m already estranged from the Wright family. Going with you might not be appropriate." Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveI(F)ire.net Hearing the word ’estranged’ gave Oliver a headache. But he suppressed his impatience and maintained a calm demeanor: "There’s nothing inappropriate about it. They are elders who watched you grow up. Marsh Smith specifically mentioned for you to attend. Perhaps he hasn’t seen you in a long time." Amelia reluctantly agreed: "Alright, I’ll go." Though it was the opportunity she’d been waiting for, Oliver still had to plead with her to go. Charles Wright put down the invitation and said, "That’s more like it. I’ll arrange for a stylist to come and get you dolled up. Young people should dress well. I’ll be busy first, and I’ll pick you up at five in the afternoon." Amelia appeared obedient and meek, showing no edge. But Oliver knew that Amelia was dangerous. Of course, even dangerous people have weaknesses. Back then, the substitution marriage didn’t allow Amelia to wed Marsh Smith as intended, and now he aims to make her marry Marsh to ensure her compliance thereafter. Now that she’s divorced from Young Master Shaw and has lost the Shaw family as her backing, no matter how clever she is, she’s just a twenty-year-old. Confidently, Oliver left. Amelia looked at the invitation on the table, her lips slightly curled into a smile. A banquet, a bustling place, is perfect for revealing some information. She had waited for three days, anticipating a good show. In the afternoon, the stylist Oliver arranged arrived. Not alone, they came as a team—makeup artists, fashion coordinators, hair stylists, and a few assistants. They even brought an exquisite custom dress. Internally, Amelia sneered; Oliver was really sparing no expense. The makeup artist gently brushed Amelia’s face, marveling, "Miss Wright, your face is already stunning without makeup. I almost feel unworthy to touch it with poor skills." Amelia reclined on the chair, lazily closing her eyes, like an exquisite cat, and said mildly, "Just do as you like." Looking at her up close, the makeup artist’s heart couldn’t help but tremble—it was truly mesmerizing. It was unclear how long had passed before Amelia, feeling weary with her eyes closed, heard the stylist’s voice, "Miss Wright, please try on the dress." Only then did Amelia open her eyes. Seeing her reflection in the mirror, Amelia raised her brows slightly. Oliver had made her look like an innocent white lotus, frail and pitiful. Amelia didn’t say much and went to change into the dress. The dress was a white long gown with an off-shoulder design, accentuating a slender waist, the tulle skirt draping over her feet, further highlighting Amelia’s flawless white skin. One glimpse revealed a lock of her styled hair gently draped over her collarbone, like a wisp dancing in the snow. "Alright, that’s it. You all can leave now." Amelia’s voice broke the sudden silence in the room. As if remembering to breathe, the stylist inhaled deeply. In years of styling, they hadn’t encountered anyone this enchanting. Made to resemble a fragile fairy, it wasn’t just men; even as a woman, the stylist felt a flutter. Yet there was an inexplicable illusion—this wasn’t a fairy; it was an enchantress. The slightly impatient tilt of her eyes seemed to entice and captivate everyone’s heart. Amelia, feeling their gaze, frowned slightly: "Hmm?" The stylist was startled, snapping back to focus: "Apologies for disturbing you, Miss Wright. We’ll leave immediately." They hurriedly packed up and left the Wright family estate. Today’s Miss Wright, dressed , was bound to attract attention. However, affairs of the wealthy are not for stylists to meddle in. The styling took three hours. Soon, Oliver would return to pick her up. Hailey Smith was somewhat conflicted; events of such occasions weren’t easy to accompany, yet not following made them uneasy. "Seek the eldest for help" was Hailey’s mantra. So Hailey naturally called on the eldest. Then, heading to the kitchen, Hailey brought a glass of juice and some snacks to Amelia: "Master, gatherings usually don’t have enough to eat. Have some snacks to fill up." Amelia took the snacks, nibbling lightly. Hailey thought that a delicate being like the Young Madam should be well cared for at Imperial Garden, but in just a few months, so much seemed to have happened. By five in the afternoon, Oliver had returned. Returning, he handed Amelia a jewelry box, with the demeanor of a loving father: "Wear this set of jewelry, let’s go." Amelia opened it to find the Wright family’s latest flagship pieces. Oliver showed his cleverness; she was the design director of Cloudglow, yet was to wear jewelry from the Wright Corporation, leaving others to wonder. Did he want people to think that Cloudglow’s custom jewelry was inferior to Wright’s? Yet Oliver’s taste seemed questionable. The jewelry was beautiful, yet it didn’t quite match Amelia’s outfit. The jewelry and person were both enchanting, but lacked harmony. Like putting a gilded frame on an otherworldly snow lotus—it didn’t quite fit. An amateur might not notice, but an expert would likely frown. Amelia obediently adorned herself with the jewelry and followed Oliver out. The Smith family’s banquet was held at a star-rated hotel. Guests were arriving, all from elite circles. Marsh Smith, wearing a white suit, appeared increasingly refined, greeting guests at the entrance. As soon as Oliver appeared, Marsh’s gaze instinctively fell on Amelia behind Oliver, his eyes lighting up as he went over. He recalled a late-night international call a few days ago. Ava Wright had told him something. Suggested that they get engaged. And on the wedding day, Amelia could marry him through substitution. At that proposal, Marsh’s heart trembled. His first thought wasn’t whether he would agree, but if it was feasible. In that moment, he was shocked to realize he had indeed fallen for Amelia. Perhaps it all began when he first saw her face, subconsciously drawn, always noticing her. Back when Amelia married Young Master Shaw, it was through substitution as well, yet even at the auction, Amelia would obediently get closer to Shaw. Someone like Amelia seemed to compromise once married, regardless of willingness. Marsh discussed details with Ava and agreed to the plan. His parents wouldn’t let him marry Amelia, but if it was Ava, they’d agree. Before today, both families had agreed to announce his engagement to Ava. Since it was substitution, Ava’s presence at the announcement wasn’t necessary. If Amelia felt unhappy about his engagement, he could always cheer her up. Thinking of all this, Marsh smiled broadly as he greeted, "Uncle Wright, you’re finally here; my father has been waiting for you." Oliver laughed and stepped forward: "Sorry for being late, sorry for being late. Keep an eye on Amelia; I’ll go see Old Mr. Smith." Falling a step behind, Marsh held onto Amelia.