To be honest, a lot of the guests had come to the party tonight in the hope of meeting Nathalia in person. The shareholders looked at each other, and all seemed to understand and agree silently that Nathalia was, after all, the real host, the real owner of the company.
Ben's face suddenly turned stern. A feeling of bitterness filled his heart. I've been working so hard for this party, and no one paid me gratitude as if I am supposed to do all the work. Nathalia Davidson has made no contribution at all. Not a tiny bit! But everyone looked up to her; everyone asked about her! It's so unfair!
However, he couldn't show his true feelings. He smiled awkwardly and replied, "Yes, she is. She's probably on the way."
He had worked hard since he was little, and he had to earn what he had today. I won't let anyone take it away from me. No way. He told himself.
