Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 709

"You beat me!" Kim said.

Neither Eliza nor Kim expected Cora to dare to hit people!

When Kim ran to help Eliza up, she was still plausible.

"You are done! Eliza's father loves her very much. If he knows that you beat his baby, you will definitely die."

Eliza cursed, "Cora, I'll call my father later and ask him to settle with you!"

But Cora didn't feel guilty about beating her at all, nor was she intimidated at all.

"Then I'll wait for him!"

Cora said calmly. She looked up and saw Byron, who got off the Maserati and was walking towards them.

Her indifferent face had a smile on it.

"What's going on?" He asked.

When Byron came to them, he first looked at Cora, and after seeing that she was not injured, he bowed his head to look at Martin.

After seeing that neither Cora nor Martin was injured, he felt at ease.

"It's nothing. Let's go first. Martin should be hungry." Cora said.

"Well, let's go in first."

Byron hugged Martin and glanced at Eliza and her friends before leaving.

It wasn't until they entered the Yoris Mansion that Eliza, Kim, and others regained their senses.

"Who was that man? He looks so handsome, and he seems to be quite rich."

Kim did not forget her purpose for coming to this occasion.

Although she saw the interaction between Cora and that man, she also realized that their relationship was unusual.

But how many rich men had only one woman around them?

The princess skirt was loose and adorned with real diamonds, which was similar to real princess clothing.

In addition, Cora saw an exquisite gift next to the dress, which was a crown decorated entirely with real diamonds.

"It's suitable for a girl to be a princess at any time. Come and sit down, style first, then dress."

Sara guided the stylist to shape Cora while also personally serving her a bowl of porridge.

"Eat something. The party won't start until a while."

After a busy day, Cora was indeed hungry.

So she didn't think about anything else, drank it handed over by Sara.

The stylist was busy styling her.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the party began as scheduled...