Chief Heiress

A wide grin appeared on his face as he turn towards his fiancée who was now boiling and frowning while staring back.

"We've thought of that question but was just too naive to ask."

"She's the teacher here. It's your obligations to ask when you don't understand, right?"

"Exactly!" They beamed.

"Great question!" She exclaimed and they turned their gaze at her. "But how do you expect me to know when I wasn't born at that time of–"

"Well-done Empress Jee!" The judges and officials exclaimed with applause. "You just made a hint point."

"Hint point? How?"

"If you had lie and guess, you would have dropped to the lowest number in artistry but your fiancé just helped your intelligence just helped you out."

Jotting something down, another one said, "Of course, even I wasn't born at that time which is to say, we all read the history of music and study what was told, am I making some sense here?"

"Absolutely sir!"

"Therefore I hereby declare you Empress Jee as the new Chief Heiress Of Artistry Society." The head of directors declared.

"Are you serious?" She gasped and squealed excitedly after getting a nod and a golden amulet rank on her neck and a golden trophy. She didn't even bother to spare a glare at her fiancé. She was going to deal with him later but for now, the new position blew her mind.

Right now, she's tipping on her toes while squealing with palms clasped, teeths grinned with kitty eyes like the little kid she gave a toy balloon at the airport weeks ago.

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OUTSIDE THE SYMPOSIUM

Slapping his hands off her waist, "Sebastian, get your hands off me." Handing the trophy to one of her bodyguards, "Take this to the car."

He bow his head in respect and took it before leaving.

With his hands still wrapped around her fat waist, he kissed her nape, "Why are you getting so mad all of a sudden? Hmm?" He spread kisses down her nape.

She tried to inch away from his grasp after seeing the paparazzi and press outside. "Seb, there are lot of people here, behave yourself." She gritted her teeths.

"But I can't behave when you're around me." He grinned with one of his hand still curved around her shoulders as the paparazzi took several shots of them. "You see, it's so hard for me to resist you."

"Empress," One of the officials approached her. "A very big congrats once more. "He extended his hand for an handshake.

Taking his hand, she smiled, "Thanks sir. I wouldn't have gotten the position without your help too."

"Ah, what a pleasure to meet with you again Mr Flynn. You really gave your fiancée a big helping hand back there." The man shook Sebastian's hand.

"Come on, I didn't do anything." Looking down at her, he winked, "Even if I did, it wasn't enough for my damsel."

They took photos together and exchange hugs before he left. Holding her hand, Sebastian kissed the back of her hand, "My angel, may we leave now?"

"Hmm, but you're going on your car, why I'll go on mine."

"What?" He whined innocently.

"I guess you didn't come on foot, though you weren't invited. I brought my limousine, so ride in your Mercedes Benz or whatever." She rolled her eyes and walked away.

He followed her behind and grab her wrist. Handing his car key to one of her bodyguards, "Drive my car to the mansion safely." And the guard took it after nodding and left.

"Sebastian..."

"Shh, let's enjoy the ride in the limousine." With one hand on her little back, he carefully guided her towards the garage where the limousine was parked.

But before they could stress themselves to get there, the limousine was already parked in front of them. A man stood beside it as he open the door for them to go in.

They majestically walked on the red carpet rug. While waving slightly at the multitudes on both sides. He took her purse from her and carefully helped her into the limousine. He went in after her and the man shut the door after them. Several cars of their escorts followed them from behind while three more was at the front leading the way including Sebastian's car.

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