As Amelia thought about it, she felt the weight of her emotions, and tears filled her eyes. She could


    only endure the pain in silence. She felt like the least capable member of her family and was willing to


    make any sacrifice. If her marriage could benefit her family, she would do it.


    ...


    After the interlude, the banquet carried on.


    The attempt by the Reeds to form a marriage alliance with the Thompson family fell through, which


    undoubtedly gave the Salvadors and Hoffmans some confidence. Even James Iverson seemed to be


    eager to make a move.


    Wilson Jr. looked depressed after being rejected by Be. Wilson noticed his son''s embarrassed


    expression and tried to maintain a neutral face, but could he really hide what he was thinking?


    It seemed like the opportunity to work with the Thompson family on the racecourse hotel project was


    likely off the table.


    As the music changed, everyone paired up and started dancing gracefully, livening up the atmosphere


    at the banquet hall.


    Be knew Amelia was shy. She had never been to such a fancy dance before and probably felt


    nervous in social situations. Instead, they both sat in one corner of the room, chatting and sipping juice.


    The young men around couldn''t take their eyes off Amelia, each hoping for a chance to ask her to


    dance. But no one dared approach because Be had such a strong and oppressive presence. They


    could only admire Amelia from a distance.


    Amelia kept her inner struggle to herself around her sister, barely speaking.


    Be held her sister''s cold hand tightly and took a deep breath. "Amelia, you can''t just give in to an


    arranged marriage. Trust me, I''ll make sure you marry the person you love."


    "I''m fine, Be," Amelia said with trembling fingers and a forced smile. "I''ll go along with the marriage


    set up by Mom and Dad. You focus on being with Mr. Salvador and stop worrying about me."


    Be immediately eximed, "Silly girl! What nonsense are you talking about?! How could I ever


    sacrifice your happiness for my own? What kind of person would I be then?!"


    Be''s voice was hoarse. "If things don''t work out between you and Steve, I''d rather not get married for


    the rest of my life!"


    "Be, please don''t be stubborn. I am doing this willingly, and it''s not rted to you," Amelia reassured,


    about to continue persuading when they heard a voice.


    "Ms. Be, may I have the pleasure of sharing a dance with you?"


    Both sisters looked up simultaneously.


    They saw the well-dressed Wilson Jr. standing before Be, politely offering his hand and eagerly


    awaiting her response. Be maintained a neutral expression, but before she could reply, Wilson Jr.


    said, "If you won''t let me court you, would you at least give me the chance to dance with you? Dancing


    is merely a social activity. Please don''t read too much into it. I really admire and respect you. There is


    no hidden agenda here. Ms. Be, you wouldn''t say no to me, right?"


    All eyes turned toward them.


    Amelia frowned. She could clearly tell that her sister truly disliked this blond man. But with him clinging


    to Be like that, refusing would make Be seem arrogant and stuck-up.


    After a moment of awkward silence, Be couldn''t think of an excuse to refuse, so she hesitantly raised


    her hand.


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    All of a sudden, a mysterious figure rushed in, bringing in a light breeze.


    Before Wilson Jr. could do anything, the soft and slender hand in front of him was abruptly snatched


    away.


    Be''s gorgeous eyes widened a bit as everything around them quickly became blurry. After a few


    elegant twirls, her graceful form was whisked into the center of the dance floor, under everyone''s


    watchful eyes.