1218: The Mysterious Chelsea Lee

The Mysterious Chelsea Lee

"If you don't want to leave, I can call the police and ask them to take you away!"

Vanessa coldly replied to Connor.

"Thank you, President Canfield…" Although Connor didn't know why Vanessa would suddenly let him go, he couldn't care so much and directly walked towards the door.

"You can take this dress!"

At this moment, Vanessa suddenly took out a dress and handed it to Connor.

"President Canfield, you're really a living god! I thank you on behalf of my friend!"

Connor never thought that Vanessa would not only let him leave like this, but also give him a dress.

He took the dress and turned around to leave.

"Wait!"

But at this moment, Vanessa shouted again.

Connor was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Vanessa and asked her, "President Canfield, is there anything else?"

"That…"

The expression on Vanessa's face was a little shy, and then she continued, "Did you see anything just now?"

"President Canfield, I was hiding behind your clothes just now. I didn't see anything." Connor hurriedly explained.

Vanessa looked at the clothes in the wardrobe and waved her hand at Connor with an annoyed expression.

Connor did not dare to stay any longer, so he picked up his dress and ran out.

Vanessa looked at Connor's back with a complicated expression. She secretly wondered if Connor had seen her when she changed her clothes.

Although Connor didn't admit it, Vanessa felt that he must've definitely seen something.

After all, this was a man's instinct. Even if an ordinary girl changed her clothes in front of a man, the man would probably take a few glances out of instinct.

But Vanessa also knew that Connor's identity was very special, she couldn't do anything to him.

"Hu…"

Vanessa took a deep breath, then tidied her clothes and walked out of the office.

After Connor left Vanessa's office, he found Chelsea, who was hiding in the bathroom, and handed her the dress.

A few minutes later, Chelsea changed into the dress and walked out of the bathroom.

"What took you so long?" Chelsea complained to Connor.

"Ma'am, did you know that I was almost caught just now? If it wasn't for you, how could I be in such a sorry state?" Connor shouted helplessly.

Of course, Connor couldn't tell anyone that he saw Vanessa changing clothes.

Chelsea smiled. He said, "Forget it. Since you found me a dress, I won't argue with you about this. Let's go to the party quickly!"

When Connor heard this, he subconsciously looked at his phone.

It had been ten minutes since the start of the party. Connor prayed in his heart that he hadn't missed anything.

A few minutes later, Connor entered the banquet hall. Although the party had already started, the boss of the Heavens Club hadn't shown up yet. Everyone was chatting in groups of three to five.

Vanessa was currently wearing a long dress with spaghetti straps, shuttling back and forth between the crowd. She kept chatting with these people, a sweet smile hanging on her face.

After Connor entered the hall, he saw Harold Phillips, Sheldon Statton and Jovan Lambert surrounding Arthur Synder as if they were talking about something.

Sabrina Ziegler and Sadie Colt were also chatting with the girls.

At this moment, there were a few dining cars in the corner of the hall. There were all kinds of pastries on the dining cars, but under normal circumstances, no one would come to eat these things.

Chelsea took a glass of red wine from the waiter and took a sip elegantly. "Connor, this party looks very high-class!" she exclaimed.

"Of course it is. All the big shots in Orilon are here…" Connor replied in a low voice.

Chelsea was stunned for a moment. "Then are you also a big shot?"

"A big shot?"

Connor couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this. Then, he continued, "These people are nothing in front of me!"

"You really know how to brag!"

Chelsea commented.

"Go play by yourself for now. I saw a friend, so I want to go and say hello to them!" Connor said in a low voice.

"Oh, okay!"

Chelsea nodded gently and walked away in her high heels.

Chelsea had just separated from Connor when a middle-aged man walked up to her and asked excitedly, "Miss Lee, why are you here?"

"Mr. Craft, we haven't seen each other since the last time we parted in the U.K, right?"

Chelsea replied indifferently.

"Yes, Miss Lee, I didn't expect you to come today!"

The middle-aged man looked at Chelsea with excitement and respect.

Chelsea said a few words to him, then went to the dining table and picked up a piece of cake. She quietly observed everyone in the hall.

At this moment, Chelsea no longer looked like a little woman. On the contrary, her temperament was abnormally elegant and noble.

…

After Connor and Chelsea parted, Connor went straight to Queta's side.

Queta understood what Connor meant and followed behind him.

A few minutes later, they went to a quiet spot.

"The Synder family is also interested in this club, right?" Connor asked.

"Yes, and according to my understanding, they have already found a lot of connections and raised a large sum of money. It seems that they are determined to get this club!" Queta answered directly.

"The Synder family actually has such great power?"

Connor asked in surprise.

He had some understanding of the Synder family's strength, which was why he felt that the Synder family did not have the strength to take down this club at all. After all, the Synder family was not as powerful as Queta's family was in terms of connections and financial strength.2

"The Synder family must have received some help from some people. That's probably why they have such a big appetite. If we just rely on the Synder family, we can't do this at all!" Queta continued.

"They received help from others?"

Connor couldn't help but sneer when he heard Queta's words. He knew that the only people who could help the Synder family at this time were the people from Rockefeller.

"Is your father involved in this?" Connor whispered.

"No, my father said that Yaakov Ward is in charge of this matter. Rockefeller also values this club very much!"

Queta answered directly.

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