I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 317 The President’s Plan Leo signaled his subordinate to step forward to issue some orders for the team.

Grace didn’t notice the vicious and dark look in Leo’s eyes, and mistakenly thought that he was interested in what she had to say. “Yes! You're young and handsome, while Ms. Jones is elegant and beautiful. You two are

a match made in heaven.” “Did | hear you wrongly? Were you actually praising me?” Melanie looked incisively at Grace.

“We did have some conflicts in the past, but I’m just stating a fact now,” Grace said, not daring to look Melanie in the eye. She quickly changed the subject, and gushed, “Mr. York is the most handsome and suave gentleman in this entire banquet hall. I’m sure you won't disagree with that, will you?”Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Melanie pressed her lips together, remaining non-committal.

All of a sudden, Grace felt a cold gaze from the side, looking through her fake smile. She turned around, and immediately spotted Jeffrey.

Alas! Although she wanted to salvage her image in Jeffrey's mind, her life was more important. She didn’t dare to flatter Jeffrey too much. All she could do was hide behind Leo and Melanie, and continue adulating them.

Seeing the three of them remain unmoving, Jeffrey flung his arm and stormed off, leaving the banquet before it was over.

He instructed William in the car, “Head to Willowfort and make the necessary arrangements.”

“The name ‘Siberian Butterflies’ implies freezing cold. What Melanie and Elder Gibson want is to create a

contrasting image between fire and ice. Therefore, Melanie will definitely choose a cold place to hold her exhibition. Willowfort is located on the highlands. It’s very hot in the day, but icy cold after sunset. It’ll be the most ideal location for her. What’s more, she’s been there before. Elder Gibson himself resides there. There’s

no reason for her not to choose that place,” Jeffrey analyzed methodically.

“Yes, President Morgan. I'll send someone to do what is necessary. Should we recommend Mrs. Morgan two exhibition organizers based in Willowfort?” William asked.

“No need, Melanie probably already has one in mind. Just keep your eye on Thousand Acre Exhibitions.” “Yes, Sir!” William’s eyes lit up.

Thousand Acre Exhibitions was the company that belonged to Melanie’s second uncle. He had been doing a good job running the company well, and she was sure to choose to work with him...

William was about to leave, but for the very first time, he saw his president flip open the mirror above his head and check his reflection in it. It was his first time seeing Jeffrey care so much about his appearance. William also noticed that Jeffrey seemed to have something to say, which was what made him hesitate to leave.

As he expected, Jeffrey looked away from the mirror and asked with feigned casualness, “Do you find Leo York handsome?”

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William almost choked on his saliva. What kind of question was that?

Over the years, Leo had never been spotted with a female partner. Rumors spread in the business circle that he preferred men.

But... Jeffrey's sexual orientation was that of a normal man. Did he get traumatized when he was at the banquet just now? After all, Leo and Mrs. Morgan had been hanging out more recently...

That must be the case.

William picked his words carefully, and said, “Mr. York isn’t exactly considered handsome.”

Jeffrey was clearly dissatisfied with William’s perfunctory answer. “Are you blind?”

William started breaking out in a cold sweat, and tried to explain himself. “Mr. York is indeed not that good- looking. He’s just very clean and aesthetic in a sense. He’s also managed to preserve the youthfulness that’s

rare in men who are 30 years of age...”

“Hah.”

Jeffrey scoffed, and waved for William to get out of the car.

Youthfulness?

He was also 30 years old. Was William trying to say that he wasn’t youthful?

The thought of Melanie saying multiple times that everyone liked young men made his eyes narrow.......

Back at the banquet hall, Duke Wilhelm’s birthday banquet was about to come to a close. The duke’s children, who were based in the country, pushed a huge birthday cake onto the stage. Amidst cheerful songs and blessings, the duke blew out the candles and cut the cake before inviting his guests to come on stage for a

slice of the cake.

When the festivities gradually died down, Leo took the card that his subordinate handed to him and strode up the stage.

“Duke Wilhelm, pardon me. Please allow me to take this chance to announce something,” he said politely yet firmly.

“Mr. York, please go ahead,” Duke Wilhelm said respectfully.