“you need a male companion.” Bernard extended his hand, making a gentlemanly invitation.

Tiramisu darted out from behind Bernard with a grunt and stood in front of him.

Its nose was directed at Hera, its tail wagging desperately. Its round eyes were gleaming as itsaying, “Pick me Pick mel

Seeing this, Bernard furrowed his brows Eightly How dare a pig compete with him for attention!

He lifted his foot subtly and moved Tiramisu aside.

Tiramisu grunted disapprovingly at him twice and wanted to bite the bottom of his trousers, but itdidn’t dare to. It ended up pitifully snuggling up to tera, whining and cooing for attention

Hera couldn’t help but laugh at its antics. She squatted down and litted it before rubbing its littlehead.

Tiramisu closed its eyes in contentment. Afterward, it even stack out its tongue at Bernard, proudlyshowing off that its owner chose it.

Bernard was speechless.

“I’m suddenly craving pork chop. What should I do?” His long Engers landed on Tiramisu’s back

Tiramisu’s hair stood on end immediately, and it snuggled into Hera’s armas. If it were a specieswith thick fur, it would probably look like a puffed–up plg.

Hera was speechless.

Meanwhile, the stylist’s jaw almost dropped as she was astonished by this interaction.

Bernard was actually jealous of a pig!

When it was time for the banquet, Bernard dropped Hera off near the entrance of the Gaskellresidence.

“Do you really not want me to accompany you? I really want to go. Bernard looked at Hera, his deepgaze seemingly capable of entrancing people.

Douglas had parked the car. He almost choked while drinking water when he heard Bemard’spleading tone

Wasn’t it Bernard who threw the invitation card sent by the Gaskell family into the trash?

“No, you don’t want to.” Hera rebused.

Bernard was in Norburgh, and the Gaskell family had to know about him. They must have invitedhim to the banquet, and if he didn’t plan on attending it in the first place, there was even lessreason for him to appear with her.

Moreover, she came to the Gaskell residence for a reason.

Bernard looked at her with a piecting gaze. “You’re dressed so beautifully. I’m worried you might runoff with someone”

Douglas choked on his water up front

Good gracious! Was this really something Bernard would say?

“I won’t. Tiramisu will accompany me.” Hera picked up Tiramisu.

Tiramisu immediately lifted its proud little head toward Bernard, revealing the black bow tiespecially worn around its neck.

Bernard looked at the pig in her arms, as if he were looking at a plate of pork chop, and sighedregretfully. “Fine. Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay,” Hera responded and got out of the car white bolding Tiramisu.

The atmosphere at the Gaskell family’s banquet was grand and lively, with guests mingling andtoasting each other.

Giselle walked gracefully into the banquet hall wearing a white dress.

The dress, adorned with diamonds and sparkling sequins, made her look charming and attractive. Itdrew many admiring glances.

“Wow, Giselle! You look really beautiful today.”

Some recognized the dress Giselle was wearing

“This dress is from the hands of the international top designer, Karl Lagerfeld, right?”

“Yes, It’s called “The Angel, designed by Kack for his first love. The diamonds and sequins on itwere all sewn on by him personally.”

“It’s really

y gorgeous. I wanted to buy it too, but it’s a limited edition.”

“This dress is hard to come by. I heard even the Duchess of Jascil couldn’t get it. I didn’t expect youto get it. You’re amazing!”

“I didn’t expect the Everett Lamily to be so wealthy”

“Giselle, you look so beautiful in ”

Faring everyone’s compliments, Giselle smiled gracefully. “Thank you.”

At flih moment, the previously lively banquet suddenly quieted down, and everyone looked towardthe entrance.

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