Chapter 43: Was she really the daughter of the ThankGod's?

However, its background was not permitted to be underestimated by anyone, and it was said that Thank God's property was so tremendous that the clan was practically the king ruling the national border.

Coral looked at Heloise in dismay, "You dare to say that you are a member of the ThankGod family?"

Had Heloise been driven mad?

Couldn't she be so naïve that she had thought that she would have a new identity and wouldn't have to go back to the slums by telling a lie this way, could she?

Heloise stood there, unmoving, looking at Coral without a hint of weakness on her face.

"No, you guys, the dress she's wearing is designed in Abby's style, and a person from the slums doesn't deserve to wear Abby's brand clothes." Someone whispered from the side.

"Could it possibly be a reproduction of Abby's brand?"

"It can't be. How does this stitch and this manufactured craft look like a reproduction?"

"Could it be that she's really from the Clan ThankGod?"

"I've ever told you that the temperament on her body does not look like an ordinary person, then we just forced her to take off her clothes, it was not ..."

The more the crowd spoke, the more uneasy they became, and they took a few steps back, fearing that Heloise would remember their faces and thus retaliate.

They, this group of trust fund babies, usually said they were noble, but in fact, it was difficult to even book a room in the Golden Cloud Hotel. How would they dare to offend the Clan ThankGod behind the Golden Cloud Hotel?

This group of idiots actually scared themselves by making their own guesses.

Coral looked at these people and simply wanted to curse, desperately holding her elegant attitude, she smiled and said, ''you said, you are ThankGod's descendant, right? It just so happens that this is the Golden Cloud Hotel of ThankGod's. Bena, go and ask the manager to come here, let him see if the ThankGod's has such a great lady as her."

Heloise, you brought this misfortune on yourself.

You were wrong in pretending to be a descendant of the famous ThankGod's. Did you think it was so easy to do it?

"No, the manager doesn't deserve it enough, go get the biggest boss in charge of the Golden Cloud Hotel here." Heloise's voice said coolly, without any fear in her eyes.

After saying that, Heloise turned around and walked towards the venue.

Ben looked puzzled upstairs, "Mr. Wordsworth, could it be that she is really the ThankGod's descendant?"

After all, up until now, he hadn't found out Heloise's exact identity.

"The ThankGod's has no daughters in this generation." Reginald said coldly.

Previously, his father had considered having him and the ThankGod's joined in marriage, but finally found out that the ThankGod's didn't have any daughters in this generation after inquiring.

Ben sounded shocked, "Then how had she the nerve to tell such a lie?"

It was too easy to uncover her lie.

Hearing this, Reginald snorted coldly, "If she dares to lie, she has to accept the consequences, it's none of my business."

Saying that, Reginald turned around and walked back, clearly in a bad mood.

For some reason, Ben felt that Reginald's displeasure at this moment was purely because the lady from Hyacinth Garden preferred to tell a big lie and didn't even turn to him to seek backup.

Ben followed in silence.

Reginald stopped abruptly and glanced back at him grimly, "What are you doing by following me?"

"..."

Ben wondered.

He was Mr. Wordsworth's assistant, who should he follow if not Mr. Wordsworth?

"Keep an eye on her secretly, you won't have to appear before me if she suffers any hurt."

Reginald said with a sullen face and left.

"..."

Ben felt more confused than ever.

Wasn't Mr. Wordsworth getting annoyed about the lady? And why did he command him to help her?

He was really confused.

Mr. Wordsworth's true thoughts were always too complicated to read.

...

There was no longer any atmosphere of a birthday party in the flowery, romantic, ornate venue.

The crowd stood together and talked to each other, all guessing whether Heloise was the ThankGod's descendant or not.

Heloise stood idly.

Coral, on the other hand, was completely confident in herself.

Ben quietly lurked among the guests to observe the situation.

After a while, someone hurriedly walked in from outside, followed by a large number of security guards who quickly brought the entire venue under control.

Immediately after that, a middle-aged man in a suit came out from behind the guests, presumably he was the person with the most powerful vocal person in Golden Cloud Hotel, and he said with a stern look on his face, "I've received a report that someone is impersonating the descendant of the ThankGod's here, which one is it? "

Coral hugged her arm, smiled and stepped aside, casting a sidelong glance at Heloise, "James, it is her. Now please recognize it, is this the great lady of the ThankGod's?"

Upon hearing this, James looked at Heloise, his eyes were not kind, and he coldly said, "Are you kidding me, the ThankGod's are used to living in the south, and won't come to Phoenixfell city at all. I didn't receive a single word, and you dare to pretend to be a descendant of the ThankGod's. Do you want to die?"

Heloise stood there, spinning the bracelet in her hand, her voice cool and slow, "I am indeed not a descendant of the ThankGod's, but I am Lucas ThankGod's savior."

Lucas ThankGod, who was today's ThankGod's family's highest power holder.

James laughed without any scruples when he heard this, "Your boasting is getting more and more exaggerated! You still dare to call yourself Mr. ThankGod's life-saver, everybody come on, take this liar away from me!"

Several security guards immediately rushed forward on command.

"What if you try to touch a single finger of mine?" Heloise glanced at him lightly, languid with an insolent voice.

"Are you still putting on airs? "

James glared at her, going straight up to tackle her himself.

Ben watched from the crowd, his brows furrowed, and was about to step forward when he saw Heloise standing next to the six-tiered cake tower, nonchalantly grabbing the delicate princess Barbie doll on top and throwing it to the ground in front of James.

"Bang."

The Barbie doll was thrown with its head and feet separated, and the scene was similar to a horrible car wreck.

"What are you smashing my doll for?" Coral screamed, not even concerning her elegance.

This was a doll made in her image, and Coral felt as if her head had exploded.

Heloise was doing it on purpose!

James was slammed and about to lash out when Heloise stood there, looking at him with a smirk, "James, if I were you, I would call Lucas, just to be on the safe side, and save myself from losing my career prospects from now on."

"How are you qualified to talk about my prospects? -"

James was about to curse when he suddenly froze there.

The ThankGod's family had always been mysterious. The public didn't even know which generation the ThankGod's had reproduced to, and didn't know the names of the people inside the family at all. How could this girl be able to tell the name of Lucas, the person in charge of the ThankGod's Consortium today, as soon as she blurted out?

James hadn't even reacted to the name just now.

Could it be that ...

James looked at her fixedly, and saw that she was calm and collected, not like she randomly talked nonsense, and then he inhaled a breath of cool air.

After thinking about it, James still picked up his cellular phone to make a call. He didn't have the phone number of the ThankGod's boss, he could only dial a senior assistant within the ThankGod's family.

"Tell Lucas, I've come here to ask for help."

Heloise glanced at him, calmly spinning the bracelet on her wrist.

"..."

James looked at her inexplicably, finally still reporting Heloise's words to the other end of the phone, and the complexion on his face changed as he listened to the voice on the line.

After a wait, the other end of the phone actually got James through to Mr. Lucas ThankGod. He was answering the phone himself.

James turned his eyes to Heloise, incredulous in his face, and only after a long time did he stiffen and say, "Madam, Mr. ThankGod is asking you to make a video call with him."

"..."

The whole venue was in an uproar.

Coral was even more dismayed with her head full of question marks.

"Yes." Heloise's voice was unequivocal, and she glanced at Coral again, "But no one here is allowed to leave!"

This birthday party wasn't over yet.