Chapter 123 Jane's Astonishing Transformation

• Matthew Lee found her annoying. Whenever she did, she would reach out from the back seat, grab Matthew Lee's clothes, and ask, "Hey, do you know where Jackie is taking me tonight? Are there many big bosses and celebrities there? Is it going to be fun?" Matthew Lee really couldn't stand her. Just hearing her words made him uncomfortable all over. If it weren't for Jackie's orders, he would have immediately left her in the wilderness, never letting her tarnish his ears or contaminate Jackie's eyes and body. Throughout the journey, it was Jane talking and Matthew Lee listening. His brows furrowed so tightly they could have crushed a mosquito. Seeing his distressed expression, Jane felt great, secretly amused, a mischievous sense of accomplishment. "You don't like it, huh? I'll disgust you even more!" she thought. When the car stopped in front of a well-known international salon, she exaggeratedly exclaimed, "Wow, this place is so beautiful!" Matthew Lee parked the car and followed her inside. There were attentive female attendants to escort her in, helping her choose clothes and jewelry. During the makeup session, Jane noticed her phone light up several times on the table, with William Blake's name flashing on the screen. However, she had set her phone to silent, pretending not to hear. Would William Blake care? Would he worry that she had been taken away by someone else? He made three consecutive calls, which was rare for William Blake. Though he was patient, it wasn't the same for everyone, especially for a seventeen-year-old high school girl. He didn't need to worry so much. "Mallory, ready." The attendant's voice interrupted Jane's chaotic thoughts. She looked back at her flawless young face in the mirror, unable to describe in words the exquisite features, the dazzling eyes that even confused her. Mallory had always known she was pretty, but after a touch of makeup, she looked stunning. This kind of natural beauty destined her life to be anything but smooth, as beauty also brought trouble. Now this face was hers, and all the troubles were hers to bear. The stylists and attendants on-site remained silent, even Matthew Lee standing beside her seemed slightly dazed. When he regained his senses, he quickly averted his gaze and cleared his throat, saying, "Mallory, let's go, Jackie is waiting." Jane stood up in her long dress, her height already impressive, accentuated by high heels, showcasing her exquisite figure. What astonished Matthew Lee the most was Mallory's dignified and refined demeanor in contrast to her shallow and vulgar way of speaking. Her aristocratic bearing seemed innate, as if she was born into nobility. However, Matthew Lee had checked Mallory's background; she was just an ordinary high school student who had received etiquette training for a beauty pageant. Where did this natural aura come from? He found it strange but couldn't directly ask Mallory. Jackie's celebration was held at the most famous five-star hotel, Silver City, in the grand banquet hall. To show off, he invited many friends and entertainment industry stars. Luxury cars arrived one after another at the hotel entrance, elegantly dressed men and women stepped out with smiles. Journalists who heard the news were stopped outside the hotel, trying various methods to capture gossip. Jane, in Matthew Lee's car, could already see the journalists from afar. She had been used to the flashlights of journalists when she was alive, standing on the brightest stage, her mind far beyond that of a seventeen-year-old girl, unafraid of stirring up controversies. But as Mallory, many things could no longer be done freely, especially during the days threatened by Jackie, feeling constrained, wishing she were invisible, her whereabouts unseen. Now, this situation was finally going to be disrupted. Tonight. Perhaps, at this very moment. The car slowly stopped, and a waiter approached to open the door. Matthew Lee also got out, extending a hand towards the door. Jane took his hand as she exited the car. As her figure walked up the long red carpet in front of the hotel, everyone held their breath. The journalists with cameras took a frenzy of photos, then realized and began asking each other, "Who is that girl?" "I haven't seen her before, is she a newcomer?" "My goodness, Jane looks stunning, this style is not what a newcomer should have!" "Could she be a celebrity debuting after plastic surgery? But the surgery is too good! Hey hey hey, does anyone know who she is?" Chaos erupted on the scene. Jane vaguely heard the journalists' discussions, but she paid no attention, guided by Matthew Lee, pushing past the crowd to enter the hotel. Not only the journalists outside but also the hotel staff and many entertainment industry stars couldn't help but glance at her, curious about her identity. It wasn't until Jane entered the elevator that the gazes had to be withdrawn. Standing in the bright elevator, Matthew Lee maintained a serious look, making Jane chuckle. The banquet hall was on the fourth floor, but when the elevator reached the third floor, it stopped. As the doors opened, a handsome man was about to step in. When he saw Jane, his attractive eyes narrowed, pointing at her with a furrowed brow, "Three hundred and eighty kittens, it's you?" Jane hadn't expected that amidst the already chaotic scene, the first person she encountered was Edward Robinson. Where there's chaos, there's him. Last time and this time, he always appeared at the most inconvenient times. "What are you doing here?" Edward Robinson had actually been thinking about her since Jane escaped from him a few days ago at Kensington Plaza, smiling and asking. Unlike the last time Jane met Edward Robinson, where he was casually dressed in sunglasses and a hat, tonight Edward Robinson wore a black suit and tie, exuding charm and elegance, a complete gentlemanly and handsome appearance.
• When speaking, Edward Robinson had already entered the elevator, noticing it was going to the fourth floor. He didn't press any buttons for the floor and stood beside Jane, fiddling with the ring on his finger, not looking at Jane, and smiled, "You don't answer me, I won't treat you as a mute, little kitten. It's fate that we've met several times. Are you also going to the fourth floor?"
• "Yes. It's quite fate." Jane replied noncommittally.