The Heiress They Lost Came Back Overpowered

「That afternoon.」

Nina Jennings knocked on Yvonne Lowell’s dressing room door, pushed it open, and was instantly dumbfounded.

When she came to her senses, she started to lunge at her in a pair of sky-high heels,

"Holy shit! You look absolutely stunning! Why have you never worn a qipao before? You made me miss so many chances to get my hands on you! *Heavy breathing.* C’mere and let me hug you!!!"

Yvonne Lowell was wearing an ankle-length, shadow-blue qipao with a double-rounded placket. It had a high slit on the side that reached above her knee, and the waist was outlined with gold thread in an emerald bamboo pattern. The form-fitting design perfectly accentuated her graceful figure.

Her long, silky hair was coiled up high with a white jade hairpin, paired with a white, fluffy shawl and matching shadow-blue, lace-up high heels. On her left wrist, she wore a string of Buddha Beads from Mr. Grant, making her skin look as white as snow.

"Get away from me." Yvonne Lowell swatted away the demonic claw reaching for her. "Aren’t you wearing one, too?"

Both of them were wearing qipaos today, which Grandma Lowell had commissioned from a famous master tailor in Kingsland to be handmade.

Nina Jennings’s was an azure qipao with a pipa placket, and she had even dyed her hair blue to match.

"Tsk, so feisty. Can’t you be a little gentler? The moment you open your mouth, you ruin the whole vibe of the outfit," Nina Jennings said with an air of profound wisdom.

"Haven’t you read any novels? Do you know what the beautiful women in qipaos are like in them? They’re gentle and refined, elegant and graceful, and possess a thousand different charms. Tell me, which of those do you have?"

Then, as if she’d just thought of something, Nina Jennings pursed her lips. "Okay, fine, you have the face and the figure, and you’ve definitely got the ’thousand different charms’ part down. But that personality of yours needs to be toned down a bit. You have to be gentle, be elegant, you know? And the best way to start is by not being so feisty with me and treating me nicely."

Yvonne Lowell took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to kick someone.

She raised her hand and patted Nina’s shoulder. "That goes for both of us. Otherwise, after today, a new descriptor might be born: ’spit-sprayer.’"

Nina Jennings forced a smile and said through gritted teeth, "You’re right. Let’s go downstairs together, my dear sister Yvonne."

Yvonne Lowell let out a small laugh and replied in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Of course, my dear sister Nina~"

Nina Jennings shivered. "Just be normal!"

The two of them walked out of the dressing room arm in arm and ran right into the six men, who had just finished changing, in the hallway.

"As expected of my two sisters. They’re natural beauties, just like me."

That one sentence from Harrison Lowell earned him eye-rolls from the other five.

Inwardly, they all scoffed at his shameless self-praise, but they didn’t call him out. After all, at least the "natural beauties" part was true.

Caleb Lowell’s lips curved into a slight smile. "I wonder who will have the honor of escorting our two princesses downstairs?"

As he finished speaking, all six men extended a hand toward the two women.

Yvonne Lowell and Nina Jennings exchanged a look, immediately understanding what the other was thinking.

They said in unison, "We choose Adrian."

Seeing the stunned faces of the other five, Yvonne Lowell smiled. "It’s Adrian’s birthday today. Of course, the birthday boy gets top priority."

"There’s only one Prince today, so I guess the rest of you will just have to be his Knights," Nina Jennings added.

Adrian Lowell was grinning from ear to ear. ’So what if he was the youngest? And so what if his older brothers didn’t dote on him?’

’It was because he was the youngest brother that he got all the love from his sisters. The others didn’t have that, did they?’

"Ahem." Adrian Lowell shot a smug glance at the five petrified figures beside him and pretentiously straightened his tie. He walked between the two young women and offered them his arms.

Yvonne Lowell and Nina Jennings took his arms, and they started toward the staircase, with the other five following behind them.

His cousin, Frank Lowell, pursed his lips and muttered under his breath from behind, "Look how happy that little brat is. He’s so thrilled he’s about to overheat."

"Hmph, I’m not going to argue with a little kid. It’s my turn next month anyway," Harrison Lowell said indignantly.

"Wow, Brother Harrison, are you turning eighteen next month, too?" Zachary Jacobs asked with exaggerated shock, covering his mouth.

"Pfft." Yancy Lowell coughed lightly. "We’d better catch up. Otherwise, we Knights won’t even get to make our entrance together."

Many guests had already arrived in the banquet hall, and at that moment, all eyes turned in unison toward the grand staircase.

Though there was no spotlight on them, the eight of them still captured the entire room’s attention. After all, who doesn’t love a group of handsome men and beautiful women?

’How were the Lowells’ genes so powerful? How did every single one of them end up so flawless, yet each with their own unique charm?!’

Nolan Crawford slung an arm around Stanley Sutton’s shoulder. "We messed up. We should’ve gotten here earlier. How cool would it have been to make that entrance with them?!"

"I agree. Why don’t we have them go back up and do it again, but with the four of us this time?" Stanley Sutton nodded in agreement.

"Sounds like a plan to me!!!"

Mrs. Crawford and Mrs. Sutton, who were standing nearby, overheard them and couldn’t help but laugh as they looked at the two young men.

"If you’re not afraid of getting beaten up, then go ahead."

’Fine. The Lowells had them outnumbered, so the two of them had no choice but to drop the idea.’

’It wasn’t that they couldn’t win a fight, of course. They just wanted to let the Lowells save some face.’

’Yes, that was it exactly.’

Wendy Sutton and Mandy Crawford came forward, each taking one of the girls by the arm before turning to walk away.

"Our two girls are just so beautiful. They can pull off any style."

Adrian Lowell, left standing alone: ...? ’Wait, wasn’t he supposed to be the main character today?’

The five ’Knights’ behind him also walked right past him. As Frank Lowell went by, he even patted Adrian’s shoulder.

"Do you finally understand your place in this family? Such a naive, foolish child."

Adrian Lowell: ’Bro, do you ever think before you say such hurtful things? Words you can never take back?’

"Hahaha, Old Man Lowell, I’m here!" a deep, resonant voice boomed, piercing everyone’s eardrums.

Yvonne Lowell looked toward the voice and saw the Grant family.

Leo Grant was wearing a black, modern Chinese-style suit with a slanted placket, paired with matching straight-leg trousers.

Coincidentally, Leo Grant’s suit also featured emerald bamboo embroidery. ’Did they end up in matching couple’s outfits without even planning it? They really were in sync.’

The moment Leo Grant walked in, his eyes locked onto Yvonne Lowell, and he couldn’t look away.

A single glance at her smile in the crowd, and all the other beauties of the world faded to dust.

’His Little Marshmallow, in a qipao, possessed a different kind of heart-stopping beauty.’

Grandpa Lowell pursed his lips. "So you came. So what? Were you expecting me to hire a lion dance and set off firecrackers to welcome you?"

He had no intention of being pleasant to the family that was trying to steal away his precious granddaughter.

Grandpa Grant plopped down right next to Grandpa Lowell. "Oh, come now, there’s no need for such formalities between our two families. We’re all family here."

"You, Grant, don’t be so shameless. Nothing is set in stone yet, so who’s family with you?!" Grandpa Lowell shot him a glare.

"We’re just waiting for you, the head of the family, to give us the nod, aren’t we?" Grandpa Grant wasn’t the least bit annoyed. He grinned and waved at Leo Grant. "My boy, get over here. Call him Grandpa."