Chapter 85,A Beauty with Multiple Masks
In response, Yvette shuddered even more. She panicked. How could this happen…? I came here to tell them that Arielle had mistreated me. So why is Harvey looking at me like I’m the villain in this story.? On the other hand, Sharon remained kneeling on the ground. Her face had paled to a ghostly white that was full of regret. Why did I think that following Yvette here would benefit me? I should have just gone for tea with the others! What the hell was I thinking—sleeping with Vinson?
I can’t even think about it after witnessing how scary he is. No ordinary person can look at him without getting chills; I can’t stop shaking after looking at his dark eyes. Sharon was on the verge of tears. Compared to her, Yvette had more mental resilience and quickly got over her fear. Yvette then took a gamble by placing all her hopes on Vinson to react accordingly. “Mr. Nightshire…” Yvette mewled with a small panicky voice, “I-I’m not speaking ill of Arielle… I’m telling the truth because I worry for you.
Your assistant’s arrogance is disgracing your reputation. For your sake, you should do something about him…” Vinson’s lips pressed into a thin line as he glowered at Yvette. Who does she think Arielle is? I may not know Arielle very well, but I don’t believe a single word that spews out of Yvette’s foul mouth. I would have asked the housekeepers to escort Yvette out by now if she wasn’t Jordan’s fiancée. Vinson bit down his irritation while uttering a tart reply, “Let me spell it out for you, Ms. Actonward. I don’t appreciate you meddling with the affairs of my assistant.”
He had unknowingly said assistant as opposed to Arielle, which he initially intended to say. All color drained from Yvette’s face. “I…” she opened her mouth, but the words never came as her mind went blank. Never in a million years could she have predicted this to happen. Great! That one is biased to the country bumpkin for no damn reason, while this guy wholeheartedly trusts his assistant. Why isn’t anyone on my side?
Regret festered in Yvette’s chest. Damn it all! I should have just hired some men to beat Arielle into a pulp! Anger and fear battled inside Yvette like waves crashing against each other. She couldn’t comprehend how things ended up this way. Curses filled her mind as she had never been this humiliated in her life. Just as Yvette was frantically searching for an excuse, she suddenly noticed Jordan from the corner of her eye.
Hope swelled in her chest. I’ve still got Jordan! Surely he’ll take my side? “M-Mr. Baker?” Yvette flashed a set of teary, puppy dog eyes. Then she resumed with a small voice, “I didn’t know Mr. Jupiter and Arielle were friends… I’m so sorry. I won’t ever get in her way when she’s shopping again. Please don’t be mad at me…” Yvette was extremely skilled when it came to putting on a pitiful act. Her shivering pretense was so believable that Jordan caved in.
Yvette is still my wife nominally. Plus, if what Yvette says is true, then she technically didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no need to kick her out in such a humiliating manner. If anything, my fiancée is the victim in this situation. She had to surrender the clothes while shopping because someone else wanted them.
Then she came here to rant and seek assurance from my friends, but they’re kicking her out instead. This humiliation will also affect my reputation since I haven’t called off the marriage contract. Jordan’s expression softened. He cast a look at Harvey and Vinson before saying, “Come on, guys.
Let’s drop this…” Right then, the Jupiter family’s butler came rushing in. “Mr. Jupiter, there are two guests outside. They’re asking to borrow one of your cars.” Harvey was already in a foul mood but grew frustrated at the news of more guests, who also wanted to borrow his car. He barked out, “Who is it this time? The butler threw a nervous look at Vinson and said, “It’s Mr. Nightshire’s assistant, Mr. Seet.”
