Yuna was dressed in a royal blue strapless ball gown. The generous sweep of the dress set off her glamorous aura. Especially the colossal pearl necklace hanging around her neck, it was a bit over the top.
Their eyes met but none of them said a word.
Marguerite had not expected to run into Yuna here. But really, wasn’t she cold dressed like that in the middle of winter?
Marguerite held her tongue, contemplating whether to make a hypocritical greeting. After all, on their previous encounters, Yuna had displayed an unprecedented good temper.
“Well, Marguerite, what brings you here?”
Yuna, chin held high, broke the silence first. She gave Marguerite a once–over, noticing her humble attire, her tone was sharp.
Marguerite pulled out a napkin to wipe her hands, a cold smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she observed Yuna’s arrogant demeanor.
Apparently, her earlier good temper was just for Frederick’s sake. When he’s not watching, this woman couldn’t wait to show her true colors.
Marguerite replied casually. “Just attending a friend’s dinner party.”
A dinner party? She’d booked the entire first floor of the Rosemary Beaumont Hotel, meaning Marguerite’s dinner party must be on the second or third floor.
That was a low–end restaurant! Thinking of this, Yuna became even more smug.
She raised an eyebrow at Marguerite, impatient to show off, “Well, thanks to my wonderful son, I’m enjoying this privileged lifestyle. It’s his birthday today, and Freddie’s been running around all over the place for it. Not just that, but some of the top aristocrats in Stonebridge City are in line to marry into our family. Once that happens, we’ll be a formidable alliance. You jealous?”
Another birthday? Another marriage alliance? Seems like there’s quite a few of those today.
The elite circle loves their oddities, always making alliances, sticking to their old–fashioned customs.
Marguerite had no desire to do same for her daughter, and she tried to walk past Yuna to leave. But Yuna stepped forward, slamming the door shut.
With one hand on her hip, the other against the door, she looked like a fishwife.
Marguerite looked up, asking coolly, “Anything else?”
“Every time we meet, you put on this refined lady act. Don’t you get tired? Admit it, you’re just jealous that Freddie is with me, aren’t you?”
Marguerite found this absurd, looking at Yuna as if she were a joke, “If you’re sick, go see a doctor. Don’t loiter around me, I don’t have the time to entertain you.”
Yuna hated Marguerite’s dismissive attitude, it made her blood boil!
Fuming, she wanted to slap Marguerite across the face, and then crush her like killing a bug!
Yuna arched an eyebrow mockingly, glaring at Marguerite with challenging eyes, “Stop putting on airs with me! Marguerite, others might not know your game, but you think I don’t? When Freddie gave up his inheritance, you quickly jumped ship to Maurice, all for the money, right?
You just miscalculated, Maurice is nowhere near as influential now, is he? The Winston Group is no match for
Freddie’s Thunderbolt Enterprises now!”
Yuna had heard things about Maurice, but it was all just smoke and mirrors in her view.
In the past three years, the Winston Group hadn’t made any waves, probably drowned in the tide of the business world!
And yet, Marguerite still acted high and mighty? Did she deserve it? She was nothing more than a lowly loser!