SAVADOR: FATED TRILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 27

Sitting before the designed table, Savador and Mildred thanked Gerald for his kindness, before he made his way to the stage to start the party.

When he left, Mildred held Savador by the hand, facing him.

Savador felt her grip.

He turned to face Mildred and noticed the expression written all over her.

"What happened?" He asked her.

Mildred lingered her eyes towards Gerald on stage then back on Savador.

"Savador, I know that you're the main guest here, but the way that man presented it before these people, sounded like they meant nothing," She said.

Hearing her, Savador immediately understood Mildred's worry. It amused the young trillionaire, that he couldn't help but cross his arms and listen to her.

"Really? "

"Yes. I felt uncomfortable with how he made that statement to them. What if his words had gotten most of the guests angry? They'll feel like they're nothing indeed," She frowned her face.

"But they have something."

"I'm not talking about their wealth. You... Hear me out. "