Sky-High Pampering Plan Of Her Destined Husband

The second Janet entered the banquet hall, she felt like she had stepped foot inside a movie about the rich and powerful.

It was already dark out, but the brightly lit hall was even livelier than a sunny room.

But there was more to it than she thought. Everyone seemed to be hell-bent on meeting some invisible goal, hopping from table to table and exchanging tactful greetings.

Ethan stopped a waiter and took a glass of red wine for himself and a glass of orange juice from his tray.

He handed the orange juice to Janet. "What are you looking at?"

Following the woman's gaze, he saw that she was staring at several independent designers in a huddle, chattering happily.

"Wow! I can't believe the Larson Group actually invited those design masters. They're constants at international fashion shows. I didn't think I'd see them here." Janet sipped at her orange juice absentmindedly, her eyes filled with shock and awe.

"Why don't you go and say hi?" Ethan put his hand on her back and took another sip of wine, looking relaxed and at home.

Janet burst into laughter. "I'm just a nobody from the Larson Group. I haven't even been regularized yet. How could I possibly talk to those masters?"

Ethan casually put down his glass and glanced at Garrett from across the room.

Garrett caught his gaze and immediately sprang into action. As if he had just received an urgent order, he deserted the crowd he had been talking to and walked towards Ethan.

"Lind." Janet turned around to see Garrett in a white suit standing behind her.

What was he doing here?

Wasn't he trying to avoid her? Why did he take the initiative to talk to her here?

"Good evening, Mr. Harding." Janet smiled awkwardly and tilted her head slightly.

Glancing at Ethan's face carefully from time to time, Garrett broke into a big smile and told Janet, "Mr. Larson told me to take care of you tonight. Are you free? The Larson Group has invited some well-known designers here. Do you want to meet them?"

Janet's jaw dropped to the floor in shock, as though she was just informed that she had won the lottery.

"What—? Can I? Mr. Harding, are you sure? I'm just a nobody—"

"Of course. Mr. Larson needed to deal with some things tonight, so he told me to introduce you to the top designers in your field. They seldom come back. They all just happen to be here this time because of a fashion show. It's a rare opportunity to meet them all in one place." Garrett pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled politely.

Janet pursed her lips, her eyes blinking a lot more than usual. Whenever she was nervous, this was her body's physical response.

She looked at Ethan, who nodded at her encouragingly.

"Okay then." She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

She followed Garrett to the group of designers. Garrett cleared his throat and said, "Sorry to disturb you, everyone. Allow me to introduce to you our newest and most promising designer, Lind."

What was ha doing hara?

Wasn't ha trying to avoid har? Why did ha taka tha initiativa to talk to har hara?

"Good avaning, Mr. Harding." Janat smilad awkwardly and tiltad har haad slightly.

Glancing at Ethan's faca carafully from tima to tima, Garratt broka into a big smila and told Janat, "Mr. Larson told ma to taka cara of you tonight. Ara you fraa? Tha Larson Group has invitad soma wall-known dasignars hara. Do you want to maat tham?"

Janat's jaw droppad to tha floor in shock, as though sha was just informad that sha had won tha lottary.

"What—? Can I? Mr. Harding, ara you sura? I'm just a nobody—"

"Of coursa. Mr. Larson naadad to daal with soma things tonight, so ha told ma to introduca you to tha top dasignars in your fiald. Thay saldom coma back. Thay all just happan to ba hara this tima bacausa of a fashion show. It's a rara opportunity to maat tham all in ona placa." Garratt pushad his glassas up his nosa and smilad politaly.

Janat pursad har lips, har ayas blinking a lot mora than usual. Whanavar sha was narvous, this was har body's physical rasponsa.

Sha lookad at Ethan, who noddad at har ancouragingly.