Chapter 68
Mrs. Coleman’s face flushed red, then pale with anger.
Charlotte gently took her hand, silently offering comfort.
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She looked at Monica with a faint, mocking smile. “What’s so shameful about being a housekeeper? It’s honest work–no stealing, no cheating. Earning a living with your own hands? I think that’s something to be proud of. On the other hand, women like you, who have no real skills and spend their days wasting their husband’s money on spa days, shopping, and beauty supplements–that’s what’s really disgraceful.”
“You-“Monica pointed at Charlotte, her hand trembling with rage
Wendy quickly stepped in, patting Monica’s back “Mrs. Gibson, don’t listen to her nonsense. Don’t let her get to you.”
Then she turned to Charlotte with a sneer. “Charlotte, you’re just a housekeeper’s daughter. At the end of the day, that makes you a servant too. This banquetis being held by Mr. Sullivan for his cousin, and everyone here is from high society. Someone like you doesn’t belong–stop embarrassing yourself.”
Charlotte smiled brightly, “oh High society guests? Then how did people like you sneak in?”
Wendy’s face twisted with anger.
She wa
Wayratlled.
“Who are you calling low–class? You, the daughter of a maid, think you’re better than me?”
Charlotte raised an eyebrow. “Trying real hard to suck up to the Sullivans, aren’t you? With your family’s status, you’re not even qualified to be their watchdog.”
“You
it dGt “Wendy jabbed a finger toward Charlotte’s face, fuming. “Are you crazy? Can’t get Za, so now you’re taking it out on me? Haha Can’t keep a man’s heart, and now you’re just running your mouth like it’ll make a difference.”
Charlotte smiled calmly. “You didn’t know Zac ended up in the hospital because he got into a fight for me?”
Wendy froze, stunned. So that was why Zac had been injured a few days ago?
Monica clearly didn’t buy it. She let out a cold laugh. “You? As ff.”
“Let’s go, Mrs. Gibson. She’s not worth it,” Wendy said, linking arms with Monica
Monica was so furious she felt lightheaded Afraid she might have a heart attack if she stayed any longer, she let Wendy lead her out.
Wendy soon
soon started chatting with some of the high–society men at the party, but her eyes kept drifting toward Charlotte.
Ten minutes later, she spotted her chance
Charlotte left the lounge area to go to the restroom
Wendy followed immediately.
In the restroom, Wendly deliberately brushed against Charlotte, pretending there wasn’t enough space, and slipped her bracelet into Charlotte’s handbag.
Charlotte, disgusted by the contact, shoved her away. “It’s a big space. You just had to squeeze past me?”
Wendy smirked, satisfied. “You own the place now? I’ll walk however I want–none of your business.”
Charlotte sneered silently. Actually, the place was technically hers.
The whole estate belonged to the Sullivans. And as the granddaughter of the Sullivan family, it might as well have been built just for her.
Wendy rolled her eyes and walked out
A few minutes later, back in the banquet hall, Wendy loudly announced that her bracelet was missing
She strutted up to Charlotte, full of confidence. “You stole my bracelet, didn’t you?”
Charlotte looked at her, amused. “Are you sure it was me?”
“If not you, then who?” Wendy crossed her arms, chin lifted, her expressions. “You’re the only daughter of a mald here. The only one dirt poor. No one else would bother stealing a bracelet worth eighty grand.”
Carlotte calmly took a sip of her champagne and set the glass down
“Do you have any proot?” she asked, lifting her eyes to meet Wendy’s
Wendy scoffed. “Prout? Of course I do! It’s in your bag. Just open it and we’ll see.”
