Chapter 1839: Chapter 622: Anne, Come Here_7

He took a step forward, standing directly in front of Anne, blocking her view.

"Perhaps my invitation wasn’t sincere enough. Let me introduce myself, I’m Conrad Mellon, currently working at New York Mellon Bank. Maybe we can get to know each other."

This time, Anne finally reacted.

She slowly raised her head.

The pair of icy blue eyes peered through the mask’s gap, emitting a chilling coldness that made one’s heart tremble.

"Step aside. Now."

The words came out of her crimson lips, cold and commanding in English, leaving no room for doubt.

She was already in a foul mood, and now there was a fool daring to harass her, thinking he could spark something between them.

As for his so-called, ridiculous self-introduction, it was even less worthy in her eyes.

The fact that she didn’t remember him said it all.

Even if it was Morris Mellon, a direct heir to the Mellon family who had fervently pursued her.

If he dared to disturb her at such a time, he too would be mercilessly humiliated in public by her.

In her eyes, the Mellon family had long fallen from grace.

Once the Mellons dominated with their empires in steel, oil, and finance, now they continued their influence more through their low-profile family office and charitable foundations.

Even that golden name, New York Mellon Bank.

The family’s direct control had been diluted by time and the market.

In this regard, they were far behind the Kate family, let alone her occupying a central role in Meditation Capital and the Tang Jin Family Office.

Conrad Mellon’s smile completely froze.

This kind of humiliating "reply" made him burn with rage.

He was about to say something, but when he met those beautiful eyes again, he suddenly froze.

For some reason, he sensed a familiar aura from her.

He felt like he had seen this woman before.

And in a similar scene, only grander.

Where exactly was it?

New York... ballroom... birthday party...

Words jumped in his mind, Conrad’s face changed, and he thought frantically.

As the intense atmosphere shifted, it drew more guests’ attention.

However, they only watched from afar, not daring to step in.

Meng Chuan saw this scene, raised an eyebrow, walked forward, and chuckled softly, "Conrad, it seems that your Charm today has met a little challenge in front of this beautiful lady. Don’t worry, things always..."

Before he could finish, Anne’s icy gaze fell on him again.

"And you," she pointed at Conrad with her chin, "Take your puppy and leave."

This was no longer a simple offense; it was a strongly insulting command to leave.

The gentlemanly smile on Meng Chuan’s face vanished entirely, his expression turning grim.

The expressions of all the guests watching the scene froze as well!

Astonished and perplexed gazes were unified on the woman in the phoenix mask.

Was this woman insane?!

She dared to humiliate both Meng Chuan and Conrad Mellon this way?!

"Ha ha, Meng Chuan, Mr. Mellon, what are you doing here? I’ve been looking for you! I’ve arranged for someone to bring a bottle of Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon from the cellar. You two are both top connoisseurs, let’s have a taste!"

An approaching Tian Chengye forced his way into the tense air, attempting to ease the tension.

However, Meng Chuan did not respond to him; instead, he subconsciously looked towards Conrad.

Awaiting the anticipated, intense reaction from Conrad.

He knew Conrad was never a mild-tempered person, especially being from a prestigious family, how could he tolerate such a level of humiliation?!

But bizarrely, Conrad just stood there, his face turning alternately pale and flushed, expressions constantly changing.

He didn’t immediately erupt.

Anne’s smile turned increasingly dangerous, as if she found the scene not chaotic enough.

She suddenly turned her icy gaze to Tian Chengye, who had come to mediate.

To her knowledge, this was Tian Jing’s father.

According to her original "script," she intended to "scare" him a bit.

Beads of cold sweat instantly formed on Tian Chengye’s forehead.

As the atmosphere was about to explode completely.

A voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, came from the booth area not far away.

"Anne, come over."

Just four simple words, and with a hint of a command.

But it made Anne quickly restrain her aura.

She looked up towards Tang Song’s position.

Meeting his calm and indifferent gaze, she involuntarily shivered slightly.

"Step aside!"

Anne impatiently threw this phrase at Conrad once more.

However, this time, Conrad Mellon’s reaction was completely different.

He shivered all over, almost involuntarily, startled, and took a big step back to the side.

Bending over, his face was full of mixed shock and fear.

His voice trembled, "Ca...Cat...Ms. Kate!"

Seeing this dramatic turn, the expressions of all those who were tense a moment ago were instantly replaced with confusion.

Anne casually removed the ornate mask from her face and tossed it carelessly onto the glossy bar counter.