Hannah Ford felt lost and uneasy, unable to fit in with the circle of noble ladies.
As she sat nervously in a corner of the sofa.
She didn't know that.
Someone had already been watching from a room on the second floor.
Every move in the banquet hall downstairs was clearly seen.
...
On the second floor of the Presidential Palace, in a certain room.
The First Lady, Mrs. Evelyn Lucas, who should have been downstairs.
Now, she was casually leaning on an armchair with a lazy posture.
She glanced at the surveillance screen, a blossoming smile on her face.
"This Hannah Ford is really stupid beyond belief. Mom, look at her cowering, heh... how could Aidan Lucas have fallen for such a woman? She's so pathetic!"
Tara Hammond, sitting primly beside Evelyn, was not as freely unrestrained as her.
She laughed softly, looking gentle and elegant, "What do you know? Some men are just attracted to this kind of act. Hannah Ford isn't too stupid. At least she knows to play weak and pitiful."