Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 180: The Woman Who Married Master Sterling

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: The Woman Who Married Master Sterling

"Brother, what do you mean by that?"

"Nothing." Vincent Wentworth didn’t elaborate. "We’ll talk later. I have something to take care of. You should get ready, too."

"Okay."

...

At seven in the evening, a grand banquet was held at a six-star hotel owned by the Wentworth Group.

Inside the meticulously decorated banquet hall, glasses clinked and wine flowed, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Shirley Wentworth wore a haute couture dress, looking exquisite from head to toe, down to the very last strand of her hair. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Elle had also been dressed up, wearing a small black suit with a little bow tie, looking incredibly dashing.

The moment the two appeared, they instantly drew the attention of the guests, who flocked over with wine glasses in hand to exchange pleasantries and get a clear look at the legendary little Crown Prince of the Sterling Family.

Shirley Wentworth held Elle in one arm and a champagne flute in the other, mingling with the guests.

Elle looked unhappy and simply rested his head on Shirley Wentworth’s shoulder, closing his eyes to rest.

"What’s wrong with the little Crown Prince?"

"He’s quite aloof."

"Of course. He was born at a peak others can never reach."

Shirley Wentworth explained with a smile, "He’s probably just tired. Lawrence, please take Elle over there to rest for a bit."

"Yes." Lawrence quickly carried Elle away.

Shirley Wentworth continued to socialize, but kept her attention on the time.

She waited and waited, but Vivian Quinn never showed up. Unable to hold back, she stepped outside and took out her phone to make a call.

No one answered the phone. Shirley Wentworth frowned, quite displeased.

The next second, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly sounded by her ear. "Miss Wentworth, are you waiting for me?"

Shirley Wentworth subconsciously looked up and saw Vivian Quinn walking over in high heels.

The girl wore a dusty blue evening gown with an asymmetrical off-the-shoulder design that was both casual and sensual. The excellent tailoring perfectly accentuated her flawless figure.

Vivian Quinn wore light makeup, which made her already superior features look even more defined and radiant. Her beauty was indescribable.

Shirley Wentworth’s breath caught in her throat.

She had always been confident in her looks. Combined with her status as the eldest daughter of the Wentworth Family, she was truly one of the elites, born with a winning hand.

The title of Aethelgard’s number one socialite was not just a symbol of status, but also of appearance. It signified that her beauty was second to none.

She knew Vivian Quinn was beautiful, but had always considered herself her equal.

But now, for the first time in her life, Shirley Wentworth felt a sense of inferiority.

She had thought she would never feel insecure in her entire life, yet here it was, appearing without any warning!

It turned out that once Vivian Quinn was dressed up, she could completely overshadow her!

Shirley Wentworth felt a chill shoot up from the soles of her feet, spreading through her entire body in an instant, making her feel as if she had been plunged into an ice cellar!

Vivian Quinn hadn’t worn high heels in a long time, so she walked rather slowly. When she reached Shirley Wentworth, she noticed the other woman was still in a daze and couldn’t help but wave a hand in front of her face. "Miss Wentworth, have you had too much to drink already?"

Shirley Wentworth reined in her wandering thoughts and forced herself to remain calm. "Of course not. It’s good that you’re here, Miss Quinn. I’ll take you to a room to rest."

Before Vivian Quinn could say anything, she heard Elle’s excited voice, "Vivian!"

Elle came running over on his short little legs. "You’re finally here! I’ve been waiting for you for so long!"

Vivian Quinn smiled and patted his cheek. "You look so handsome today, Elle."

"You’re very pretty too, Vivian! You’re the prettiest girl here today!"

Vivian Quinn chuckled. "You’re such a sweet-talker, Elle."

Standing to the side, Shirley Wentworth trembled with anger!

Elle took Vivian Quinn’s hand and started leading her into the banquet hall. "Vivian, come with me! I found something really yummy, I’ll take you to try it now."

Before Shirley Wentworth could stop them, Elle had already led Vivian Quinn into the banquet hall.

She closed her eyes for a moment, then hurried after them. Just as she expected, Vivian Quinn had captured everyone’s attention. All eyes followed her, and some people couldn’t help but start murmuring.

"Since when did Aethelgard have such a great beauty? How have I never seen her before!"

"I want all her information within ten minutes!"

"I have a photographic memory for beautiful women. I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere before, but I just can’t recall where..."

Vivian Quinn ignored the gawking onlookers and went to the dessert table with Elle to get something to eat.

"Miss." A young man approached, holding two champagne flutes. "May I have the honor of having a drink with you?"

"Sorry, I don’t drink."

"This is champagne, not alcohol."

"Then I don’t drink champagne."

"..."

"You probably don’t know who I am," the young man said, raising an eyebrow with a smug look. "My name is Miles Wentworth, a young master of the Wentworth Family. My cousin is the one who organized this banquet, which makes me a host of sorts. It’s only natural that I offer a guest a drink."

Vivian Quinn lifted her chin slightly. "Why don’t you go ask my date if he’ll let me have this drink?"

Miles Wentworth turned his head and saw Ian Sterling, looking devastatingly handsome in a white suit, walk in.

"You’re Master Ian’s date?"

"No." Vivian Quinn’s lips curved into a smile. "I’m his aunt."

Miles Wentworth: "..."

"What did you say? You’re Ian Sterling’s aunt?"

Someone nearby exclaimed, "I remember who she is now! Isn’t she the woman who suddenly married *that* man from the Sterling Family!"

"What? Weren’t the rumors that she was lame and ugly? How could she possibly look like this!"

"So this is the woman who was supposedly lame, ugly, and had a child, and then ended up marrying Master Sterling..."

"She must have been completely rebuilt..."

"Where did she get it done? I want to get rebuilt too!"

Hearing these comments, Ian Sterling’s brow furrowed. He raised his voice and said, "Some of you had better remember what my uncle said before. If my aunt feels the slightest bit uncomfortable here today, my uncle will not let it slide."

The onlookers hurriedly explained themselves.

"You must be joking, Master Ian. How would we dare make Mrs. Sterling uncomfortable?"

"Right, right! We were just complimenting Mrs. Sterling on her beauty."

Ian Sterling ignored them and walked straight up to Miles Wentworth. "Do I need to call over those two illegitimate children you have out there to learn how to pick up women from you?" he said with disdain.

Miles Wentworth: "..."

He was quite displeased. "Ian Sterling, I’m from the same generation as Master Sterling. By seniority, I’m technically your elder. How can you talk to me like that?"

"You’re my elder?" Ian Sterling laughed outright. "An elder like you who keeps a harem and sows his seed everywhere? I can’t afford to be associated with someone of your stature."

Miles Wentworth’s expression turned even uglier, but he didn’t dare lash out. He downed two glasses of wine in a row and said resentfully, "Fine! I won’t stoop to your level!"

With that, Miles Wentworth turned and walked away.

"Hmph." Ian Sterling dismissively pulled his gaze away. When he saw Vivian Quinn, a look of awe flashed in his eyes again.

Even though he’d been stunned by her beauty the whole way here, Vivian Quinn was truly a sight to behold!

"Is Shirley Wentworth’s cousin a real scumbag?" Vivian Quinn asked curiously.

"A scumbag of the highest order. The kind where just talking to him feels like it’s dirtying my mouth," Ian Sterling said haughtily. "Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one will dare to bully you."

"Alright."

For Ian Sterling, the comeuppance came as fast as a tornado. Not long after, he was called away by a few friends to go drink.

Vivian Quinn and Elle sat on the sofa, both propping their chins on their hands in perfect sync. They watched Ian Sterling being forced to drink and shook their heads helplessly. "Sigh..."

Meanwhile, Shirley Wentworth continued to mingle while racking her brain for a new plan.

’I originally thought Vivian Quinn would stay in the room and not show up. But now that she’s come straight into the banquet hall, I have to change my plan!’

A flash of inspiration struck Shirley Wentworth, and she suddenly had an idea!