Chapter 581: Chapter 581

Jane Quinlan changed her clothes and came out, just about to continue telling Kay Forrest not to buy recklessly when she saw the salesperson starting to fold the dresses.

Kay Forrest hooked onto her shoulder and headed outside, "Alright, the shopping is done, let’s go eat. After dinner, you go home and rest, and I’ll head to the office."

Seeing that he didn’t mention the dress, Jane Quinlan felt a bit relieved, thankfully, he didn’t buy it, otherwise the pressure would have been really huge.

"Kay, you spoil me , one day you might spoil me into a spendthrift woman."

"You spend, show me how much you can spend, and if you don’t spend, I won’t be satisfied.

The more you spend, the more motivated I am to earn, so keep it up."

Jane Quinlan was speechless, having her views refreshed again.

After dinner and returning home, she lazily lay on the bed and called Benjamin Quinlan.

He had reconciled with Little Flower and they had started being as close as glue again.

Today is Saturday, and the two of them also didn’t go out. Little Flower had a change of heart and made him lunch.

Benjamin Quinlan said that it was the first time he ate so much since coming to Anchester.

"Is Little Flower’s cooking that good?"

"Not really great, but it’s the thought that counts.

She made it specially for me, so of course, I ate a lot.

Even if it’s not delicious, I will still finish it all. That way, Little Flower will continue to strive to improve her cooking skills."

"Ew," Jane Quinlan feigned disgust: "Bro, others chat to warm hearts, you’re here feeding dog food."

"I’m just telling the truth, don’t pull out literary phrases with me.

Don’t think I don’t know, Little Flower said the mushy things you and Director Forrest do are suffocating."

Jane Quinlan chuckled, "Alright, stop being sour. Isn’t it just because I called you during the weekend and wasted a bit of your time?

I am, after all, your real sister, it really shouldn’t matter."

"Director Forrest isn’t around, you must be bored."

"Not really, I need to talk to you about something, there’s a dinner tomorrow night.

My relationship with Kay isn’t public yet, so I can’t attend with him.

Did you find a date yet? If not, I can be your partner."

Benjamin Quinlan nodded, "Sure, it saves me from having to dine with a bunch of men.

You know, our department is full of bachelors.

I’d rather dine with my sister than hang out with those bachelors."

"It’s settled then, continue your sweet time, I’m hanging up now."

Jane Quinlan quickly finished and hung up the phone.

As she stood up to place her phone, she saw several bags of clothes she had placed on the floor.

She sighed lightly; if it were someone else, they might be thrilled to death.

But why does she always feel a bit awkward about it?

Does this count as gold-digging?

Forget it, Kay treats her sincerely, and she really loves this man.

So, she needs to be more composed, only if she is composed, Kay will be happy.

She smiled slightly and closed her eyes to sleep.

Lately, maybe due to often working overtime, she felt significantly more tired.

The next day at noon, Kay Forrest had to go to the office first because of some urgent matters at his company.

Jane Quinlan stayed at home until after four o’clock when the doorbell rang.

She looked at the clock puzzled, wondering who would come at this time.

She got up and looked through the peephole, seeing two women in formal attire.

She didn’t recognize either of them, puzzled, she opened the door, and before she could speak, they already initiated: "Hello, is this Miss Jane Quinlan?"

"Yes, that’s me, may I ask who you are..."

"We are employees from Paris Boutique, following Mr. Forrest’s reservation yesterday, we are here at this time to help you do makeup and dress."

"Ah?" She looked down at the briefcase in the hands of the woman speaking.

She had thought they were here to promote something.

The two women bowed respectfully and asked, "Miss Quinlan, may we come in?"

"Oh, sure, come on in."

Jane Quinlan stepped aside to let them in and then closed the door.

The two set up their cases in the living room.

One was a makeup case, and the other briefcase contained the dress she had tried on yesterday, along with a cloak and a pair of pure white high heels.

"Miss Quinlan, please take a seat, I’ll do your makeup."

"Sorry, may I ask how much this dress costs?"

"Mr. Forrest specifically instructed that we cannot disclose the price of the clothes, I’m very sorry, Miss Quinlan."

She walked to the sofa to sit down, remained silent, and the makeup artist who hadn’t spoken began to do her makeup.

After finishing her makeup and hair, the two assistants helped her change into her gown and then respectfully said, "Miss Quinlan, we will wait for you downstairs. Departure time is at 5:30 PM."

Jane Quinlan checked the time; there was still half an hour left. "You can wait inside the house; I’ll make you a cup of tea."

"Thank you, Miss Quinlan, but our store policy forbids us from drinking tea privately at a client’s home."

Jane Quinlan did not insist further.

After they left, she walked to the mirror and looked at the person in the mirror, her makeup delicate and refined.

Jane Quinlan felt like she didn’t recognize herself.

She slightly pursed her lips and whispered to herself, "Jane, you look beautiful."

She said this to herself.

At 5:30, she put on a pair of white high heels and went downstairs. At the door, a stretch Rolls-Royce was parked.

After getting into the car, Jane Quinlan felt worried. Was it really necessary for her as an ordinary employee to attend the company’s annual party in such style?

Was it too extravagant?

Jane Quinlan took out her phone and dialed Benjamin Quinlan’s number.

No, she had to drag Benjamin into this extravagance with her.

"Bro, where are you?"

"I’m two blocks away from the hotel, where do we meet?"

"Wait for me at the hotel entrance, don’t go in first, okay?"

"What’s going on? Being all mysterious, just don’t go in first, whatever you do."

After hanging up the phone, Jane Quinlan breathed a sigh of relief.

The car arrived at the hotel entrance, where Benjamin was waving people inside.

Jane Quinlan saw Benjamin at the entrance immediately; the employees from the boutique got out of the car and opened the door for her.

Jane Quinlan got out of the car, Benjamin stood aside, looking at her, thinking who is this dignified lady, certainly quite imposing.

Then he saw her face, and thought, wow, pretty, but something’s...

"My god, it really is you." Benjamin quickly grabbed her wrist, "I was just wondering, who is this with all the grandeur."

People passing by the car couldn’t help but stop and take another look at the siblings.

"Did I go too overboard today?"

"Not at all; this occasion is just right for it.

But honestly, sis, the way you’re dressed, I suddenly feel like I can’t look you straight in the eye.

You’re totally the grand lady of a wealthy family, such presence.

If anyone dares to say you’re not worthy of my brother-in-law again, I’ll knock them out."

Jane Quinlan slapped his arm playfully: "Okay, stop exaggerating. Seriously, I’m a bit nervous.

Don’t leave me on my own later."

"Don’t worry, I am your real brother." He patted her arm, "Come on, let’s go in."

Jane Quinlan turned back to the boutique’s staff and nodded, "Thank you for today."

"Miss Quinlan, we wish you a pleasant evening."

The two bowed and then got into the car and left.

Benjamin put his arm over her shoulder: "Not bad, Director Forrest has arranged everything well."

"Sigh." Jane Quinlan didn’t respond and took a deep breath.

Benjamin laughed, "Are you that nervous? I’ll go in with you, you’ll definitely be the center of attention.

I’m not nervous, so why are you?"

"What do you have to be nervous about," Jane Quinlan rolled her eyes at him.

"Standing next to you in all this splendid luxury, I literally look like your little follower."

Jane Quinlan hit him on the arm again: "Can you stop undermining me? I’m genuinely very nervous.

I’m worried everyone else is in casual wear and jeans, and I’m the only one dressed so conspicuously."

"That won’t happen, they notified us the day before yesterday to dress formally, didn’t you see I even went out and bought a tuxedo especially?"

Jane Quinlan chuckled at him, her brother really went all out.

Reaching the entrance of the reception hall, Jane took another deep breath as Benjamin looked at her, "Ready?"

Jane nodded, "Open the door."

Benjamin raised his hand and pushed open the doors, and they strode in. Whether it was her gown or her striking beauty that day,

for a moment, she felt like she truly was the center of attention at the venue.

The looks cast her way were of astonishment, admiration, jealousy, and even hatred.

From a distance, Wendy, who was listening to Evelyn Claire gossip, tightly gripped her wine glass and looked towards Jane Quinlan.

Ha, quite the spectacle, Jane Quinlan.

Evelyn exclaimed, "Who is that? She’s so beautiful."

Wendy put down her wine glass with a cold snort; today, she intended to seriously humble this woman.