Whirlwind Marriage: My Possessive CEO's Undying Pampering-Chapter 965 - 962: Three Years Later, Bennett Clan Princess (1)

---Three years later---

Eastern Europe, TK International Seven-Star Hotel.

A woman with a delicate face was sitting in front of the makeup mirror, touching up her makeup. In the dim light, her long lashes were curved like feather fans, casting a beautiful shadow under her purple, gem-like pupils.

"Miss!"

The maid beside her politely said, "Miss, Madam has arranged a banquet for you tomorrow, and I’ve heard the President of the Z country will also attend. Madam’s intention is for our Bennett Clan to build a good relationship with the President of the Z country."

"Not going. Why should I care?!

I don’t care about any President, I’m not interested...

"Miss~" the maid patiently said, "The President of the Z country has expressed his willingness to come to our estate. Do you think... should the ball be held at the hotel, or...?"

"How old is the President of the Z country?!"

Maid: "Back to Miss, the President of the Z country is very young, I’ve heard his surname is Leng!"

Eva Nightingale: "Oh~" Such a perfunctory answer.

"You may leave now."

Maid: "Miss, have you agreed?" After all, the future head of the entire Bennett Clan is her, and the entire Mafia of Eastern Europe belongs to her. The little miss has quite a temper, and the maids were all on edge.

...

Makeup done.

Eva Nightingale still felt dissatisfied.

She stared at the mirror for a long while. Since she could remember, she had a tattoo above her chest, a black spider lily, the mark of the Bennett Clan. They all said she was born with it, really?!

This is clearly a tattoo, right?!

Do they take her for a complete idiot?!

But, it does look pretty nice.

Not only on her chest, but there was also a small butterfly-shaped one on her back, cyan-colored.

At first, she was puzzled, but gradually got used to it, finding it more pleasing to the eye.

She wore a white strapless gown, her big waves of beautiful hair draping over her shoulders.

Tonight, at the TK International Seven-Star Hotel, there was a banquet, specifically a family gathering.

Her princess syndrome flared up, dawdling for half a day before finally finishing, grabbing a purse, and stepping out of the room in 10 cm high heels.

In the banquet hall, glasses clinked, and the air was filled with perfume and chatter.

Eva Nightingale walked toward a luxuriously dressed woman: "Eliana."

"Hey, you’re here!" Eliana Beckett grasped Eva’s hand and said, "Just call me Mom, why call me Eliana?"

Three years had passed and nothing had changed.

If the Bennett Clan hadn’t fought with another gang back then, and if the leader hadn’t died, they wouldn’t have sent her to the Yansford Family, and it wouldn’t have ended like that, enough is enough!

Now she was the future head of the Bennett Clan, and Bennett was the King of the entire Eastern Europe; wasn’t this all hers?

As the current matron of the Bennett Clan, Eliana naturally had to take good care of her own daughter, indulging her every whim. She was 23 this year; Eliana had been trying hard to make up for the 20 years she had owed her.

"Mom." She said obediently for once, "I don’t feel well today, can I go back to rest?"

"Hey! You kid!"

Eliana Beckett pinched her cheek: "Every time you attend a banquet, don’t you enjoy it? Why today..." Before finishing, Eliana compromised, "Alright, I’ll have someone take you home to rest."

"Tomorrow, the President of the Z country is coming to Eastern Europe. As the Princess of the family, you must personally attend."

Eva Nightingale: "Oh..."

Leaving the banquet hall, she went downstairs, left the hotel, hesitated for a moment, and drove directly to the suburbs.