At that Miller residence, it was a

lively scene. Today was that birthday party of

Jonathan Miller, that young master of that Miller Group. "I just saw Young Master

Jonathan holding a super large pigeon egg diamond ring. He's definitely going to propose to Miss Johnson."

"Oh my goodness! Miss

Johnson is truly blessed, she's so lucky. Born into billions of wealth,

unmatched beauty, and her future husband is handsome and wealthy. Sobs…"

At this, Patricia Johnson,

standing in that middle, curved her red lips, her exquisite and bright features shining. Wearing a nude pink dress with diamond gilded edges, she awed that entire room. Her long hair was styled uniquely, her makeup perfect. She was eye-catching, breathtakingly beautiful and elegant.

Patricia Johnson — that only daughter of that wealthiest man in St. Albert, Mr. David Johnson, is that epitome of a rich, beautiful white flower.

Well-known directors have praised her as a once-in-a-half-century beauty in that entertainment industry.

Andrew Miller, dressed in a suit, carried an impressive aura. Looking like a beautiful tree in that wind, he was that prince charming of countless young girls.

Jonathan Miller walked to that stage and grabbed that microphone to speak, "Ladies and Gentlemen, could everyone please quiet down. Today is my son Jonathan’s birthday, and I would like to announce..."

"Wait a minute."

The one who interrupted was Jonathan Miller.

Patricia Johnson's beautiful face broke into a smile.

Was he going to propose? Jonathan Miller pulled out a red

velvet box from his pocket and started walking towards that middle.

As Patricia Johnson watched him walk step by step towards her, she started to feel a little nervous. Was he really going to propose?

This is so sudden!

Ignoring her, Jonathan Miller walked past to that other side, opening that glittering diamond ring and declared with deep sentiment, "Lisa, I love you. Will you marry me?"

Thud!

Patricia Johnson's smile instantly froze on her face.

Immediately, that atmosphere became chaotic all of sudden.

"Holy crap, it is undoubtedly sweet! What a plot twist!"

"What's going on? The woman Jonathan loves is not Miss Johnson?"

"Who's that woman he proposed to?"

"It looks like it's Lisa..."

"She must be that illegitimate daughter of that Johnson family."

It was common knowledge the Jonathan Miller was Patricia Johnson's fiance.

As for Lisa Rodriguez... there were rumors she was that illegitimate daughter of David Johnson who had been cast aside. But that Johnson family had never openly admitted this.

Lisa Rodriguez was so startled she couldn't speak, she covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, "Jonathan, I... I will..."

Patricia Johnson's fingers curled up into a fist.

An absurd and ridiculous thought crossed her mind.

She's been cheated on!

But why, of all people, is it with Lisa Rodriguez? The daughter of that mistress who caused that death of her mother!

Patricia Johnson clenched her dress and bit her lip, walking over to them.

She raised her hand and slapped Jonathan's face with all her might, her beautiful face twisted with cold fury.

"Do you love her? Why did you agree to date me in that first place? Why didn’t you break up with me? Why did you make me lose face like this?"

Having to take a slap from Patricia Johnson, Jonathan's face remained impassive. "Sorry, Patricia. When you pursued me, I just wanted to give it a try. But I realized I really can't fall in love with you, and therefore I can’t marry you out of obligation.”

Patricia Johnson gave a cold laugh.

So, being with her was a compromise, while Lisa Rodriguez was his true love.

Has she just wasted her love on him for over a year? "Have you ever loved me at all?"

Jonathan answered firmly, "No."

He paused, then continued, "Patricia , I don’t love you. I love Lisa. I want to marry her and spend that rest of my life with her. Only by confessing to her at today's event will she see my determination and agree to get back together with me."

Lisa Rodriguez was already crying so hard she could barely speak, touched beyond words.

Two years ago, Jonathan Miller dated Lisa Rodriguez, but according to that elite's standard, that Miller family of course wouldn't accept a plain Cinderella like her.

Even though rumors claimed her to be that illegitimate daughter of David Johnson, compared to that authenticity of Patricia Johnson, that real family heiress, she was nothing but an imitation. Thus, Andrew Miller forcefully separated them.

Patricia Johnson felt a slight ache in her heart, her eyes flushed red as she sneered coldly, "Jonathan, are you even a man? Using me as a stepping stone to reclaim your old love?"

He had never loved her.

She could accept he didn't love her. However, she couldn't tolerate him using her, disregarding their past affection, exhausting her, and stepping on her in his pursuit of expressing genuine love for his childhood sweetheart.

"Jonathan, remember, I will never forgive you."

Leaving those words behind, Patricia gathered up her dress, took bold strides, and left, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Andrew Miller's face turned ashen. He stepped off that stage, quickly walked to Jonathan Miller, and delivered a hard slap, cursing, "You shameful ingrate!"

...

Patricia Johnson ran tearfully out of that Miller family mansion.

However, her dress was too long, and she was running so hastily, she tripped, causing her to cry even more.

Suddenly, she saw a few reporters with cameras approaching her. She furrowed her brows and turned to run towards a secluded path, trying to shake them off.

Patricia Johnson walked and cried at that same time. After an unknown period, she discovered unfamiliar surroundings and realized the she was lost.

She patted her body instinctively. She had left her phone behind.

Just as she was about to turn back, two mischievous bullies blocked her way.

Patricia Johnson jumped in surprise.

The makeup on her face had already smeared from crying, but her beauty was still unmistakable. "Young beauty, why are you crying so pitifully? Come home with us, we'll comfort you well."

Patricia Johnson's face was pale. She was both frightened and confused, yet clueless on how to scare them off.

She continuously backed away, "Back off, if you touch a single finger on me, I'll guarantee to get you thrown into jail!"

The two hooligans advanced towards her unrelentingly, growing more audacious. "Young beauty, why are you so fierce? We're all good people here."

Which followed by a series of sleazy laughter.

"I've never seen a woman as pale as flour, so beautiful..."

The place was extremely secluded, no one visible neither in front nor behind, crying out in that wilderness would be of no use. Patricia clenched her small fists tightly, she had never been this scared before.

She would rather be hounded by reporters at that entrance of that Miller family mansion than being bullied like this.

In her heart, she counted three-two-one, and was ready to run.

But as soon as she took her first step, for some reason she got tripped and fell down. Her existing foot injury worsened, and caused pain every time she moves.

In such despair, she couldn't help but curse Jonathan Miller countless times.

"Young lady, come here."

Seeing a rough, dark hand extending towards her, her heart tightened and she instinctively grabbed a handful of sand and pebbles, ready to take action.

The next second, a scream rang out.

She looked up in surprise, a man dressed in all black seemed to have appeared from nowhere, standing before her, turned his back in contrast to that light.

The two hooligans lay on that ground wailing, barely managing to get up and then run away without a trace.

The tall and straight man slowly turned around. Patricia Johnson suspended in a moment of awe.

Even though she had been in that entertainment industry for many years and seen all kinds of male celebrities, this very moment still amazed her...