Addiction to Temptation: His Mischievous Sweetheart Captivates Him-Chapter 242: Natalie Vaughn Gets Hit On

The person who was with President Archer just now, after President Archer and Serena Blackwood left, carried his wine glass himself to look for Natalie Vaughn.

He is the president of a real estate company, surname Lawson. Although he was somewhat unqualified for this party, he felt confident in front of a young girl like Natalie Vaughn.

As he got closer, he finally saw Natalie Vaughn clearly, and the closer he got, the brighter his eyes became. In his view, this young girl was much prettier than that Serena Blackwood.

Her eyes were bright like a little deer’s, her profile was cool like a lotus, yet her full face was pure and adorable. She just sat there quietly, her long neck looking noble under the light like a white swan.

"Miss."

He finally spoke, too excited and nervous, his throat as dry as a desert.

Natalie Vaughn was interrupted from her deep thoughts by the voice, turned her head to look at the nervous-looking man, and slightly tilted her head.

Who is this man? Unfamiliar. Oh, someone coming to flirt. Tsk, not even good-looking, and couldn’t even straighten his back. How did he get in here? The noble eldest daughter of the Vaughn Family had fallen to the level where such people came to flirt with her due to not attending parties for years.

Natalie Vaughn turned her head away from him, continuing to ponder the previous issue. She and Zane Thorne seldom returned to the Thorne Family, so they naturally had little interaction with her father-in-law. In her memory, she’d only met him twice. How to describe her father-in-law?

Maybe an older version of Zane Thorne, but no, he seemed somewhat more gentle in appearance, yet his eyes were no less fierce. Moreover, she could sense that in his younger days, her father-in-law was no less arrogant and rebellious than Zane Thorne, perhaps even more rugged and wild.

However, there was one aspect very similar to Zane Thorne: her father-in-law had a strong possessiveness towards her mother-in-law. During a meal, because her mother-in-law focused her attention on chatting with her parents and neglected him, her father-in-law directly began to feed her mother-in-law, forcibly demanding back her focus.

So, Zane Thorne’s personality was likely mostly inherited from his father, with the rest being the gentleness inherited from his mother.

If this is the case, Natalie Vaughn thought, she should strategize not against her father-in-law but her mother-in-law. Natalie Vaughn remembered her mother-in-law’s reaction the first time they met.

Seems it’s quite easy to win over her mother-in-law?

Without receiving any expected response from Natalie Vaughn, President Lawson didn’t feel neglected. Such a pretty young girl indeed had the capital. But he forgot, if she were just an ordinary girl, why was her reaction so calm and arrogant?

"Miss, I’m not particularly capable, but now I’m the boss of a real estate company. Might I invite you for a drink?"

Once again speaking, he interrupted Natalie Vaughn’s thoughts once more. But this time, she had thought of a solution, so she was free and had a bit of interest in play.

Natalie Vaughn turned her head again, placing her left hand on her right, looking at the man with a slight smile.

"How shall I address you?"

The man, bewitched by Natalie Vaughn’s smile, felt his heart flutter.

"My surname is Lawson. Miss, what is your esteemed surname?"

Natalie Vaughn raised her eyebrows and nodded.

"President Lawson."

"Yes."

Natalie Vaughn gazed down at the wine in his hand and then returned to that somewhat ingratiating smile of his, immediately losing all interest.

People a thousand times more outstanding and attractive than him were eager to please her, and she had no mind to entertain them—why waste words on the person before her?

Truly lowering her own standards.

"Since you’ve already said you’re not talented, why are you still hanging around here?"

Just a real estate company boss, Natalie Vaughn frowned, wondering if today’s party had become an open invitation for any Tom, Dick, or Harry. It shouldn’t be—it really shouldn’t be. Zane Thorne was invited, after all, which indicated this President Lawson shouldn’t have had the qualification to attend.

Natalie Vaughn’s reaction was beyond the man’s expectation. Realizing the meaning of her words, his smile faded.

He owed his entry to President Archer; he’d faced enough neglect and ignorance that evening. How dared a woman slight him this way?

Thinking of this, his face darkened immediately.

"Don’t be an ungrateful wretch. To have a drink with me is your good fortune."

It was indeed the first time Natalie Vaughn had encountered someone so oblivious. Ungrateful wretch? Talking to him at all was more than he deserved. Natalie Vaughn frowned, feeling a surge of irritation. How she loathed these brainless fools devoid of insight.

In the past, with Phoebe Quinn by her side, she completely avoided dealing with such people. Fortunately, before her mood was utterly ruined, Theodore Langdon arrived.

"Sister-in-law, you’ve made me very worried."

The young man who was usually bullied by his brothers now stood like a man protecting someone he ought to protect.

Theodore Langdon coldly confronted President Lawson.

"Who the hell do you think you are, daring to flirt with my sister-in-law?"

President Lawson did not recognize the celebrity but couldn’t mask the noble aura surrounding Theodore Langdon. The insecurity from being in a place he had no right to enter made him instinctively step back.

Most of the people here were beyond his ability to offend. Who is the husband of this young girl?

"Truly, I did not recognize a great figure. Mr. Lawson bids farewell for now."

Saying this, he left in utter disarray.

The stark contrast between his former arrogance and his current cowardice was downright hilarious.

Natalie Vaughn invited Theodore Langdon to sit beside her.

"Sister-in-law, where is Mr. Thorne not accompanying you?"

"He’s on a business trip; might not make it back tonight."

Theodore Langdon nodded, noticing the wine glass resting on the small table, frowning at it.

"Sister-in-law, it’s best not to drink too much at the party. Your drink’s alcohol content is too high."

Upon hearing this, Natalie Vaughn picked up the glass.

"Could you get me a few more drinks, so I can make you a cocktail?"

"Sister-in-law, you can make cocktails? Sure, I’ll get them for you right now. What do you want?"

"Anything will do; I can make something out of whatever you bring."

Theodore Langdon grew even more curious. Since Zane Thorne owned a bar, cocktail-making was no rarity for them. However, none of the brothers had taken a hard study of it. So-called cocktail-making was nothing more than tinkering as they pleased.

Theodore Langdon seemed more like Quentin Donovan’s brother than Felix Langdon, very flamboyant. Afraid of limiting Natalie Vaughn’s options, he rolled over a cart with more than a dozen drinks on it.

Such behavior naturally caught the attention of the party, bringing more eyes to the quietly-seated Natalie Vaughn.

"Sister-in-law, is that enough?"

Even Natalie Vaughn couldn’t help but laugh at Theodore Langdon’s antics.

"How many drinks am I supposed to make?"

"Hehe, sister-in-law, make as many as you want. I assure you I’ll drink them all."

"Won’t your brother beat you if you get drunk?"

"He won’t. He’s also here at the party talking business with someone; I’m sure he’ll come over soon."

Natalie Vaughn’s eyes fluttered slightly as she took off her shawl and began making cocktails.

While chatting with Theodore Langdon, she made the cocktail. Her demeanor was relaxed, her movements elegant and professional, every gesture looking so captivatingly adept.

Her languid grace drew more and more spectators.

Theodore Langdon couldn’t help but ask.

"Sister-in-law, has Mr. Thorne ever tasted your cocktails?"

Natalie Vaughn pointed at something, which Theodore Langdon handed over.

"Not yet, you’re the first among you brothers."