Chapter 1181: Are All You Women This Mean?
Grace Carter felt unwell and immediately packed up after this round, preparing to leave. As she put the birth money into her wallet, her face changed drastically and she began searching inside in a hurry.
Someone noticed something was wrong and asked, "Mrs. Carter, what are you looking for?"
Grace Carter’s face was filled with anger, "The ruby ring I put in my bag is missing?!"
Everyone was stunned, looking at each other.
This evening, Mrs. Carter played mahjong only with them. If the ring was lost, the biggest suspects were those few people.
"Mrs. Carter, perhaps you haven’t looked carefully?" someone asked.
Grace Carter poured out everything from her bag. This time, everyone saw everything inside the bag, and indeed, the ruby ring was not there.
Grace Carter angrily slapped the table, raising her voice in sarcasm, "It’s surprising that someone in high society is engaging in such sneaky and underhanded acts! Any item in each of your homes is worth millions, who dares insult the face of our upper class by stooping so low as to steal? I will certainly find this person today."
The commotion was loud, and with Grace Carter causing a scene by calling in the management, everyone’s attention was drawn over.
Hearing Grace Carter’s words, everyone’s gaze involuntarily turned to Cymbeline Jennings. If anyone here was most in need of money, it was now the broken Spencer Family.
Cymbeline Jennings’ face stiffened, she clenched her fingers tightly, and at that moment, she felt the humiliation of being stripped naked and exposed in public. If it were before, who among these people wouldn’t have wanted to please her? Now that the Spencer Family was in trouble, everyone only kicked them when they were down.
But such is the cruelty among the wealthy.
"Why are you looking at me? I didn’t steal the ring!" Cymbeline Jennings retorted loudly, her anxious and flustered appearance seemed guilty.
Everyone’s suspicion of her deepened.
Someone said, "Mrs. Spencer, just to be sure, why don’t you open your bag and show us?"
Cymbeline Jennings clutched her handbag tightly, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to prove herself, but opening the bag in public would cost her her dignity, and she wouldn’t be able to stay in this circle any longer. These people, who weren’t even qualified to lick her shoes before, what right did they have to search her bag?
The more she thought about it, the angrier Cymbeline Jennings became. She was forced here by Nico Spencer, and without anyone’s kindness, the Spencer Family was no longer what it used to be, and neither was she the once proud Mrs. Spencer. She still maintained her usual arrogance.
Cymbeline Jennings: "You can forget about touching my bag."
She thought she was still the rich lady whose words could intimidate everyone back in the day. Grace Carter smirked coldly, stepping forward to snatch her handbag. Cymbeline Jennings held tight, not letting go, and the next second, a crisp and loud slap landed on Cymbeline Jennings’ face, knocking her to the ground.
Grace Carter sneered, mocking, "Cymbeline Jennings, do you still think you’re above everyone, the Mrs. Spencer who could disdain everyone? Look at the state of the Spencer Family now, what do you have to be pretentious with us? Nico Spencer is now desperately negotiating contracts and drumming up business. Do you think none of us know that? Look at yourself now, still wearing last year’s fashion, ha~"
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Mason Nightshade raised his eyebrows, leaned in closer to the person beside him, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke, "Are you women always this sharp-tongued?"
Aurelia Shaw opened her mouth, biting the hand that was rubbing her other earlobe, her peach blossom eyes glaring at Mason Nightshade, her little teeth gnawed at his hand, not painful nor itchy.