The wrong Woman novel by Ginny Not Genie novel Chapter 848

The waiter stood still, his eyes betraying a hint of guilt.

Michaela and Tristan approached, showing concern for Candice.

Candice, who always addressed them as her grandparents like Jasper, quickly apologized, "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm sorry for interrupting your guests."

"It's alright, dear. Go and change your clothes quickly."

Candice nodded, about to leave, but not before pleading, "The waiter didn't do it on purpose, please don't blame him."

The elders sighed, nodding with a smile.

They couldn't help but admire her for being such a kind and sensible girl, yet so innocent that she couldn't see the darkness in people's hearts.

Other guests began whispering to each other.

"Who is she? A minor incident has grabbed the attention of all the men in the entire Morrison family, even the two elders from the Hoffis family are showing such concern."

"She's Gary's granddaughter, the treasured gem of the Morrison family."

"She's not your average person. Her mother is a famous romance novelist, her father is a chief police officer.

"Her eldest and third uncles are both business tycoons, her second uncle is a giant in the entertainment industry. Her fifth uncle is a defense general, and her fifth aunt is from the Hoffis family, and the most famous chemist of our time, Mila."

"She must have saved the entire galaxy in her previous life to be lucky enough to be born into the Morrison family."

"Haha!"

Candice walked out of the banquet hall, through the corridor, and encountered a man and a woman walking toward her.

Her steps halted abruptly.

The man donned an impeccably tailored designer suit, exuding elegance and charm. His face, handsome and aloof, showed no expression as he looked at Candice, noticing her wine-stained gown.

She had just walked past when Elio's magnetic voice came, cold and distant, with a hint of anger. "Candice."

Candice froze, nervously swallowing as she turned to look at him. Hesitantly, she spoke, "Uncle—"

Before she could finish, Elio sharply interrupted, "Do you have a memory of a goldfish? How many times do I have to correct you?"

A pang of discomfort shot through Candice's heart, recalling his previous words.

"Candice, I'm not your uncle. Please don't call me uncle when you see me in the future, and don't try to claim any relation with me."

She quietly took a breath. Her heart felt uncomfortably heavy, her eyes dampening with tears. With a soft voice, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hoffis. I'll pay attention next time."

Elio's eyebrows slightly furrowed, his face darkening.

Candice unconsciously gripped her dress. Enduring the discomfort in her heart, she turned around and strode away.