Chapter 89. The Stories Online Aren’t True

As the conversation buzzed, a taxi pulled up, contrasting with the fancy cars already parked.

Everyone at Vincent’s party was someone important. Who would show up in a taxi?

Was it a mix-up, or had someone really arrived at the party in a cab?

Curiosity surged as all eyes turned to the taxi.

Under the curious stares of the crowd, the taxi driver emerged and opened the back door.

A delicate foot adorned with a pearl-studded white high-heeled shoe emerged first, capturing everyone’s attention. Then came slender and smooth legs.

The woman stepped out of the taxi, exuding grace. She wore an elegant white evening gown with long sleeves, her hair neatly styled into a bun and adorned with a pearl hairpin. Diamond earrings dangled from her ears.

As she emerged, the crowd gasped in admiration. Her elegance, purity, and beauty left them speechless.

It was Sophia Johnson, known far and wide as the epitome of purity and respected across t