Frank Bowen instinctively glanced at Ava Kent. Although that damn girl had tricked him last time, her looks and demeanor were indeed quite outstanding.
"Dad!"
Rachel Bow called out angrily, "Who are you looking at again?"
"With so many people here, why are you making a fuss?"
Frank Bowen frowned in displeasure and lowered his voice, "After the auction, your Uncle Sim has arranged a dinner. Think carefully about how you're going to present yourself.
Tonight, Ian Roan and Lucas White are here, and I've heard that Clement Sim returned to the country not long ago, so he's likely to be at the dinner too.
These three are all excellent prospects. If you manage to impress them, I promise not to randomly set you up on blind dates."
"Yes, yes, whatever you say."
Rachel Bow replied impatiently, her eyes flaring with anger. Her gaze quickly swept over Lucas White and Ian Roan, and her hands resting on her legs gradually clenched into fists.
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