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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 170

Mr. Edison picked up his cup of tea and was impressed. "I'm sorry, Mr. Marsh. I wasn't thinking straight and was being selfish. Bring your wife here someday, I'm sure she's a very special woman."

"She is special." Ivan looked gentle.

Then, they started talking about business and collaboration.

They both said some of their own opinions frankly and were both sincere about the collaboration. Soon, they reached an agreement in delight.

On the other side, Catherine had chosen a tailored gown designed by the famous Emma. It was the most popular dress Emma had designed last year. The dress had been auctioned at 5 million dollars.

Catherine had changed into it.

The upper body was a V-necked black suit, which went perfectly with her figure.

She looked chic and sexy.

Beneath was a dress that brought out her gracefulness and charm.

"Miss Collins, you have an amazing taste," the stylist, who was about to do her hair, said. "The suit makes you look stylish and elegant in every angle."

"Thank you." Catherine didn't even listen to him carefully. She was excited and thrilled.

She had been wearing a smile the whole time and could barely listen to what the others were saying. Ivan was going to put the ring on her finger at the dinner party tonight! Gosh! It would cause a sensation since there would be a lot of reporters on the spot.

The dress was designed by Emma. It seemed that the stylist was a fan of hers. While doing Catherine's hair, he said, "But she hasn't designed any new works recently. Her works last year are still popular now."

Catherine snapped back from her excitement and replied, "I love Emma's designs. She has a unique taste and she has been my idol."

"Do you know her?" the stylist asked. "You are also famous in the design industry. I suppose you two have met before."

Catherine felt a bit awkward. "Not really."

The stylist stopped asking and was a little disappointed.

Catherin seldom looked at herself in the mirror, for she had spent most of her time in working. As she saw how she looked right now, she found herself glamorous for the first time.

She was so beautiful tonight that Ivan would pay more attention to her, right? She was looking forward to it.

Time passed quickly. Soon, it was dusk.

The setting sun was amazingly beautiful. The manor was built on the coast line. At this moment, the maids and staff were doing the final check-up.

The dinner party had been ready and everything was perfect.

The ribbons, the balloons, the flowers, the stage, the poster, the background…

The exquisite dessert, the expensive red wine, the classical music…

It was everything that Alice had dreamed for.

The sea was beautiful under the setting sun and the sky was painted orange-red.

In such a beautiful place, it was very romantic to enjoy the food while appreciating the setting sun.

The guests soon gathered. They were all Mr. Edison's friends and Ivan knew most of them.

They were chatting and laughing.

There was music in the air.

The dinner party had officially started.

Alice, wearing a dress worth tens of millions of dollars, came down the stairs. With an appropriate smile on her face, she looked elegant and charming. The reports all started to take photos of her.

There were round of applause while everyone was saying "happy birthday".

Alice looked like a lady. The dress went all the way up to her neck, complimenting her waist.

The puffy dress was dreamy, making her look like a princess from the fairytale.

Catherine followed her and walked down the stage. She looked stunning as well, exuding a unique charisma of a mature woman.

Her eyes were searching for Ivan among the crowd.

She was nervous and excited. They were going to promote the ring soon!

However, everyone had been busy in the afternoon, so no one notified her that the promotion had been canceled.

She would be as much disappointed as how excited she was now.

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