Chapter 1119 Public Statement

The sudden appearance of this voice startled the other two people. The man who was trying to chat Iris up looked at the source of the voice and felt chills running down his spine when he noticed the person’s slightly displeased look and cold gaze. “P-President Hall?” ‘How many of those attending the dinner party tonight did not know President Hall? ‘However, President Hall is usually a loner, so why is he talking to us today? Logically speaking, I wouldn’t dream of being able to get President Hall to speak to me, so the only reason is that…’ The man looked at the girl in white with whom he was trying to strike up a conversation. Iris was staring at Quentin’s face with a shocked look. Her lips were slightly parted as if to say something but she could find no words to say. Iris was honestly feeling anxious when her path was being blocked by someone because she did not know if Quentin would head back inside the banquet hall if she was late. By then, she would be left alone and may not even be able to get inside the banquet hall. She never thought that Quentin would come over. Right now, Quentin’s gaze was a little indifferent and darker than usual. Iris gripped onto her dress and hesitated for a moment before she walked toward Quentin with unsteady steps. She was breathing deeply as she walked over. The heels she was wearing today fitted her well but it was too tall than what she was normally used to. She felt that she should have chosen something with shorter heels to wear instead. However, among all the heels, this pair was the only heels that matched the dress after choosing for a long time. She was about to reach Quentin when she missed her step and slipped. Iris had not been able to walk properly in those killer heels and now, she felt that bigger trouble was coming as she fell toward the ground. Not too far away, Ylana Scotts had watched how Yara Shaw had been flung off by Quentin when the latter tried to throw herself at the man and had embarrassingly fallen to the ground. Ylana had just hidden away her gloating expression when she saw another woman trying to throw herself at Quentin again. Ylana folded her arms across her chest and watched how Iris’s expression changed as Iris fell toward that handsome man. She looked like she was panicking, and on closer look, she looked rather hideous. ‘Her acting is quite real. ‘But she’s not controlling her expression well enough. Is she worried that she’s not ugly enough to frighten the man by looking like that when she’s trying to throw herself at him? ‘Tut. how stupid.’ However, Ylana was about to receive a slap to her face because of her thoughts. Quentin, who seemed to not be bothered about anything else in the world, suddenly reached his arm out and steadily caught Iris. Those who were waiting for a good show, “...” Ylana, “...” Yara, who had just been embarrassed, “...” ‘What is going on?’ Iris thought that she was going to give the ground a good hug when a pair of arms caught her. She soon caught a familiar scent of that man and his scent enveloped her senses. Iris looked up in shock and met Quentin’s dark and calm gaze, causing her heart to skip a beat. Her first concern was whether Quentin would think that she did it on purpose just to get him to hold her. She thought about it and quickly explained. “I-I’m sorry… the heels are a little too tall for me but I didn’t do this on purpose.” Quentin frowned when he heard that and looked at the heels she was wearing. The white pair of heels wrapped her feet well and made her feet look cute and smooth. It was a pair of heels that suited her well but the height—Quentin roughly gauged the height—was probably to suit the occasion, so it was much taller than usual heels. Those who were used to wearing heels would have no problem with these. After all, Quentin was used to seeing Jovene hustling around in heels. However, Iris had always worn flat shoes whenever he saw her. She was probably not used to wearing heels at all. He still remembered the time when she was at a gathering and followed him around to meet some potential customers. She had worn an ill-fitting pair of heels which injured her feet… Quentin stared at the back of her feet and asked, “Is this the correct size?” “Huh?” Iris was stunned for a moment before she quickly reacted by nodding her head. “It is. It’s just a little too tall and I’m not used to it.” Quentin glanced at her timid appearance and said, “Can you walk? If you can’t, then go change another pair of shoes.” “Change another pair of shoes? Never mind. I’m just not used to it. I’m fine. I’ll just try to walk a bit more.” Iris suddenly realized that she had been leaning in his arms all the while and began to blush. She quickly stood back up only to notice everyone’s attention was on her. She was feeling embarrassed and instinctively hid behind Quentin. She was a little scared of Quentin but because she only knew him, he was the only person who could give her a sense of security. Quentin noticed how Iris realized that all these unfamiliar faces were looking at her and she instinctively hid behind him. Her little actions inexplicably wiped away the gloomy feeling that was clouding over Quentin earlier and was gradually replaced with a faint sense of satisfaction. He pursed his lips and said, “You can hold on to me if you have difficulty walking.” He had just said so when he felt a little tug on his sleeve. He shifted his gaze downward to see a fair and petite hand cautiously holding on to his sleeve by just a little bit as if she was afraid that he would be unhappy if she had pulled a little more. “Follow me.” “Hmm.” Iris followed beside Quentin with her hand on Quentin’s sleeve as she attempted to walk in those heels. Ylana and Yara appeared livid when the pair walked past them. Yara had already been helped up by her father and was now standing beside Ylana. Ylana thought that Iris was probably going to be pushed away by Quentin but he not only caught hold of her, he even allowed her to follow him around and even let her hold his sleeve as they entered together. The main point was, that this woman was not a familiar face within their circle. The people in the upper-class circle may not be close with everyone but they could still recognize each other because they would always attend the same events. As time went by, they may not be close but they were at least acquainted with one another. “Who is this girl? Why is she next to President Hall?” Someone from the crowd that witnessed all that happened earlier began to ask out loud in curiosity. “Yea, isn’t President Hall known for not bringing any women to dinner parties? What’s going on today???” All the other dumbfounded guests spoke, “What? President Hall brought a girl? Is he trying to make a public statement??” “Could it be? The man who had been single all his life has finally found love?” Ylana and Yara looked at each other and saw the livid expression in each other. “Did you all see Ylana Scott and Yara Shaw earlier? They tried to strike a conversation with President Hall but he didn’t even spare a glance at them.”