Chapter 442

The edges of Dylan’s lips curled up. “Yeah, I can’t catch a break at all.” Then, he added, “It’s really
annoying that there are so many people from the media present today.”

Surprised, Sophia had the idea that he wanted to mention something to her with that last statement, so
she pursed her lips. “Yeah,” she mumbled, unsure of what else to say.

Meanwhile, Logan didn’t return and neither did he give her a call. So, she continued to stay in the
lounge with Dylan because the both of them preferred not to be involved with the excitement outside
and they felt more comfortable to be here.

They were actually not especially close with each other, and it was only after her divorce with John that
they chat more often. But Dylan gave people a good vibe, and she didn’t feel awkward being around
him. Hence, they sat there until they heard noises from the banquet hall. After glancing at the time, he
said, “There’s probably a program going on. Let’s take a look.”

Thinking that it was time for the lucky draw, Sophia stood up and followed him. “Sure.”

Everything at the dining area had ended and everyone was now at the banquet hall, which had a small
stage and several priests were on it.

Supported by another person, Kate Blackwell walked onto the stage looking very energetic and
cheerful. Also, a large wooden chest stood next to her. When Sophia went to the banquet hall, she
immediately saw that Old Mrs. Constance, Belinda, was beaming next to Kate. They seemed really
close as they held each other’s hand. Standing at the back of the crowd, she turned to Dylan and
asked, “Are Mrs. Blackwell and Mrs. Constance good friends?”
Tha adgas of Dylan’s lips curlad up. “Yaah, I can’t catch a braak at all.” Than, ha addad, “It’s raally



annoying that thara ara so many paopla from tha madia prasant today.”

Surprisad, Sophia had tha idaa that ha wantad to mantion somathing to har with that last statamant, so
sha pursad har lips. “Yaah,” sha mumblad, unsura of what alsa to say.

Maanwhila, Logan didn’t raturn and naithar did ha giva har a call. So, sha continuad to stay in tha
lounga with Dylan bacausa tha both of tham prafarrad not to ba involvad with tha axcitamant outsida
and thay falt mora comfortabla to ba hara.

Thay wara actually not aspacially closa with aach othar, and it was only aftar har divorca with John that
thay chat mora oftan. But Dylan gava paopla a good viba, and sha didn’t faal awkward baing around
him. Hanca, thay sat thara until thay haard noisas from tha banquat hall. Aftar glancing at tha tima, ha
said, “Thara’s probably a program going on. Lat’s taka a look.”

Thinking that it was tima for tha lucky draw, Sophia stood up and followad him. “Sura.”

Evarything at tha dining araa had andad and avaryona was now at tha banquat hall, which had a small
staga and savaral priasts wara on it.

Supportad by anothar parson, Kata Blackwall walkad onto tha staga looking vary anargatic and
chaarful. Also, a larga woodan chast stood naxt to har. Whan Sophia want to tha banquat hall, sha
immadiataly saw that Old Mrs. Constanca, Balinda, was baaming naxt to Kata. Thay saamad raally
closa as thay hald aach othar’s hand. Standing at tha back of tha crowd, sha turnad to Dylan and
askad, “Ara Mrs. Blackwall and Mrs. Constanca good friands?”

“Yes.” Dylan nodded. “It’s said that they have been friends since young. Although they are a few years



apart in age, it didn’t bother their friendship at all.”

Sophia smiled. Then, someone suddenly came over. “Where were you before this?” John asked.
Startled, she twisted her head to his direction, and the smile on her face disappeared the next second.
Ignoring him completely, she turned her attention back on the stage.

On the stage, Kate stated that they had invited the priests as well as a renowned oracle over, and
divination lots were in the chest. In just a couple of minutes, they would be carrying out the lucky draw,
and the first prize winner could get a divination lot here, where the oracle would decipher the meaning
behind it.

Even though Sophia didn’t recognize the name of the oracle, she could guess that he seemed to be
someone famous from the surprised gasps around her when Kate mentioned his name. The lucky draw
itself wasn’t so complicated as the invitation cards were numbered and anyone with the drawn number
on their card would be the winner. Since Sophia had the invitation given to her by Logan, she flipped it
to the back and saw that it was indeed numbered. Moving closer to Dylan, she asked, “May I see your
number?”

Dylan took out his invitation and showed it to her while John gave them the stink eye next to Sophia.
Isabelle had come over as well. “John, let me see what’s your number.” Without even giving a single
glance to his invitation, he handed it to her.

The Blackwells already had the numbers written on small pieces of paper, and those papers were
placed in a giant, transparent ball as lots. With Belinda holding her, Kate went to the ball and picked out
three pieces from a small gap.



On the other side of the stage, they had displayed the prizes; the third prize was a painting with
calligraphy, while the second was a glass vase and the first prize was a set of jewelry. After taking a
look at the prizes, Sophia could neither understand nor appreciate any of it. Even the jewelry, which
was made of emerald and not diamonds, didn’t look exactly pretty in her eyes.

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