Possessed No More: The True Star Returns to Claim Her Throne-Chapter 85: Spoiled Rotten

"Mr. Jacobs, you’re busy today, so please don’t trouble yourself with us. This is the gift I prepared for the Old Master; please give it to him for me." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Samson Sinclair, who was trailing them, quickly handed over the gift box he was holding. Dustin Jacobs took it. "Aren’t you coming upstairs for a bit?"

"I won’t go up just yet," Cole Sinclair said. "I’ll go see Old Master Jacobs once the banquet begins."

Dustin Jacobs didn’t press the matter. Many guests were arriving, among them some of the Jacobs Group’s partners. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Cole Sinclair, he went to greet the other arrivals.

Once Dustin Jacobs left, Cole Sinclair was immediately surrounded by people. Riley Perry stood quietly by his side, watching him socialize.

"Young Master Sinclair, this young lady with you looks rather familiar. Is she a celebrity?"

The speaker was a Mr. Jennings, a real estate tycoon. He was wealthy, a notorious womanizer, and had a taste for beautiful women. His question was a clear attempt to test the waters.

He didn’t necessarily have the guts to steal a woman from Cole Sinclair, but if she was just a regular date or a secretary, he could certainly try to poach her.

Cole Sinclair wrapped his arm around Riley Perry’s waist. "Sweetheart, weren’t you hungry? Go get a little something to eat. I’ll have Samson Sinclair accompany you."

Riley Perry hummed softly and, turning her head, planted a kiss on Cole Sinclair’s cheek. "Okay, I’ll be waiting for you. Don’t be too long."

She was already tall, and today she was wearing sky-high heels that made her half a head taller than Mr. Jennings. As she walked away, she shot him a sidelong glance, her disdain written all over her face.

Cole Sinclair caught her expression perfectly, and the hint of a smile touched his lips.

Mr. Jennings was no longer concerned with being looked down on by a woman. It was obvious Eldest Master Sinclair was serious about her. ’How could I have been so blinded by lust as to make a move on President Sinclair’s date?’

Sure enough, as soon as Riley Perry was out of earshot, the smile vanished from Cole Sinclair’s face. "Mr. Jennings, a word of advice. She’s mine. You’d best not get any ideas."

Mr. Jennings frantically waved his hands, bowing so low he nearly touched the floor. "I wouldn’t dare, I wouldn’t dare! How could I possibly have designs on someone with you, President Sinclair?

I just thought the young lady had such a wonderful image and presence. Our company happens to be looking for a spokesperson, and I wanted to discuss a potential collaboration with her."

Cole Sinclair set his wine glass on a nearby table. "The people I look after don’t need handouts from others. You should worry about yourself, Mr. Jennings."

Mr. Jennings stammered, "Yes, yes, of course, of course." He understood perfectly. President Sinclair’s words might as well have been written in neon letters: *You think you’re worthy?* Seeing that Cole Sinclair clearly had no intention of speaking to him further, he quickly offered an apology and scurried away.

Plenty of people had witnessed the exchange, and every one of them was inwardly mocking Mr. Jennings for being so clueless.

It wasn’t the first time he’d pulled a stunt like this. It was just that his previous targets were of a lower status than him. Some had even willingly sent their own dates to his bed in exchange for favors.

But he failed to consider the occasion, and more importantly, he failed to consider who President Sinclair was!

Well, he’d really messed with the wrong person this time.

On the surface, this President Sinclair was the head of the Sinclair Conglomerate, a titan of the domestic business world. But his clandestine identity was far more terrifying—the man literally had blood on his hands.

’As for Mr. Jennings... he’d better pray for his own safety.’

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the man of the hour finally made his appearance. Old Master Jacobs’s hair was completely white, but he seemed to be in high spirits, walking onto the stage on his own with a cane. Dustin Jacobs stood beside his father and gave a brief opening speech. "Today is my father’s 80th birthday. I’d like to welcome all of our distinguished guests for joining us..."

Down in the audience, Cole Sinclair was joined by Julian Fuller and Ethan Page, who had just arrived. "Heard you brought a date?"

Cole Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "And? Is that a problem?"

"It’s Riley Perry, isn’t it?"

With one hand in his pocket, Cole Sinclair picked up a glass of champagne with the other. He took a cool sip before retorting, "When have you ever seen another woman by my side?"

By this time, the speeches on stage had concluded. Old Master Jacobs’s grandchildren were now vying to present their gifts and perform for him. Cole Sinclair beckoned to his two friends, and they headed over to Old Master Jacobs’s table.

Old Master Jacobs’s birthday banquet was buffet-style. Dishes were brought out continuously—as soon as one platter was empty, a fresh one would appear, ensuring everything was always available and fresh. This allowed the guests to mingle more freely; if they spotted someone they wanted to do business with, they could simply grab a glass of wine and strike up a conversation.

While Cole Sinclair couldn’t escape his social obligations, Riley Perry found herself surrounded by a group of women.

"I know who you are. You’re that D-list actress, right? Why do you look so different in person from how you look on TV? I guess the beauty filters on those reality shows must be pretty intense.

Oops, I’m just a very direct person, so sometimes things come out sounding a little harsh. You won’t get mad, will you?"

’In reality, she was dying of jealousy. How could this woman’s skin be so flawless?

Her makeup was so light it was barely there, and the shape of her lips was perfect. She was dying to ask what brand of lipstick she was wearing.

And her height was simply incredible. She was a full half-head taller, exuding a powerful aura just by standing there in silence.’

Riley Perry had been starving. She had finally gotten a chance to eat and had just picked up a plate when she was cornered by these random women. The moment they opened their mouths, they were dripping with sarcasm. ’They’ve really been spoiled rotten!’

"You’re right, I can’t compare to you. I don’t know what’s going on with your face, but your foundation is all cakey.

Your concealer didn’t even cover up your dark circles! And that nose job is way too high; it doesn’t suit your face at all.

Oops, I’m just a very direct person, too. I hope you don’t mind!"

The woman’s expression changed in an instant. She scrambled to pull out a compact mirror and check. One look confirmed it—her foundation really was cakey!

Her dark circles were indeed a little obvious. And while she’d always thought her nose job looked perfectly natural, after Riley’s comment, it suddenly looked all wrong.

The stares of the people around them made her skin crawl. Unable to bear it, she turned and fled.

With one down, another woman stepped forward. "I recognize that dress. It’s from Armani’s new fall collection, isn’t it? It costs over two million. Does a D-list actress like you really earn that kind of money?

Heh, I’m just asking. You’re not going to get angry, are you?"

Riley Perry raised an eyebrow. ’Isn’t she just trying to imply I have a sugar daddy?’

She gave the woman a once-over. She was also wearing a couture dress, but it was only worth a hundred thousand or so. ’No wonder,’ Riley thought, ’she’s just jealous of what she can’t have.’ "What’s the matter, can’t you afford it? Then you should hurry up and find a sugar daddy to buy one for you. Don’t stand here being envious of others! It’s not like I’m going to give you my dress, no matter how jealous you are.

Hahaha, I’m just kidding. You’re not mad, are you?"

The woman’s face turned livid with rage. ’Who the hell needs a sugar daddy? Who the hell is envious of her!

And she’s acting all superior about having a sugar daddy?’

Worst of all was the look of utter disdain Riley Perry was giving her, which made her squirm. And with that, she fled too.

Then another woman, this one with large, double-lidded eyes, stepped forward. None of them had any personal grudge against Riley Perry, but she was Eldest Master Sinclair’s date, wasn’t she?