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Chapter 1630
Avery's mood grew better once she learned Tyler only brought Vicky to the party to divert unwanted attention from
her. This, in turn, made her less hostile toward Vicky as well.
She chatted with Tyler for a while before walking away reluctantly. With every step she took, she would look back at
him forlornly.
Vicky found the whole thing laughable. 'Her standard of what 'good' is is very low.'
Throughout their conversation, especially about the part about using Vicky as a scapegoat, Avery and Tyler spoke as
if she was not there at all. Too lazy to make a fuss, Vicky stood silently with a bored expression.
Not long after that, Old Mister Hart came down from his room. As the head of the Hart family and his grandson,
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTyler was the first to wish him a happy birthday. As his date, Vicky had to accompany him.
Old Mister Hart must have been informed of her arrival since he did not look too shocked when he saw her. Instead,
he smiled and nodded politely at her. His attitude was not wholly cold, but it could not be called friendly either.
He treated her like any other normal guest, which showed how much more experienced he was in handling
awkward situations than Valencia.
Tyler handed Old Mister Hart the gift he prepared. "Happy birthday, Grandpa.”
After that, all the other family members passed him their gifts and well wishes too.
Once that was all done, Old Mister Hart waved his hand and said, "Thank you all for coming to my birthday party.
Since I'm getting old with age, I hope you all don't mind me having an early night. But please, do enjoy yourselves
for the night."
The guests were used to Old Mister Hart leaving the party early. After all, his health and energy were not as good as
they used to be. They gave him a send-off with their eyes.
After that, the party became more casual. All the guests there were from prominent and powerful families, and
since they rarely had the chance to gather, they quickly fell into easy conversations.
Tyler grabbed Vicky's wrist after turning down the third heiress who came to ask him for a dance. "Dance with me,"
he ordered her.
A few heiresses there eyed the position of Tyler's wife ever since they heard the news of him breaking up with
Avery. They did not care whether it was real or fake, and even if it was fake, they would do whatever they could to
climb into his bed.
As for his past marriage history, welL.that did not even matter. Normally speaking, a guy would lose his value if he
was a divorcee, but that rule obviously did not apply to Tyler. Quite a few of the heiresses had been waiting for him
to divorce Vicky ever since he got married so that they could be the next Missus Hart. Of course, they would have
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmto fight each other to get the position.
Vicky did not really want to dance with Tyler. After all, almost all of the heiresses of marriageable age were looking
at them. She was already the center of attention just for standing next to him, and she knew they would be glaring
at her and wishing she was dead should she dance with him.
Vicky put up some struggle, but it just made Tyler tighten his grip around her wrist. He did not give her a chance to
turn him down; she was practically dragged to the dance floor.
Since she was there, it would be awkward if she did not dance. However, she exploded in rage when Tyler put his
hand around her waist and pulled her close to him.
"Tyler Hart! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
It would be fine if it was a normal dance, but what Tyler was doing at that moment was not normal dancing at all.