Chapter 1180: And the One Beside Him...
Cymbeline Jennings had no idea that Eleanor Spencer was not doing well right now. Every day she was tortured in various ways by other patients with mental illnesses. When Cymbeline came to visit, Eleanor would be arranged in a private room. It seemed like she was living well, but in reality, she was almost mentally collapsing from this kind of life, living in pain every day.
Yet Cymbeline Jennings still harbored the delusion of rescuing Eleanor Spencer, clearing her daughter’s name, and using her daughter’s brilliance to return to high society.
Aurelia Shaw was taken aback, not expecting to run into Cymbeline Jennings here.
"What’s wrong?" Mason Nightshade saw Aurelia stop and followed her gaze, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Aurelia’s red lips curled up. She took a glass of red wine from a passing waiter’s tray and chose a seat not too far, not too close, her captivating almond eyes fixed seductively on that direction.
Oberon Miller had already been attracted by something else and had run off somewhere.
Mason Nightshade sat across from Aurelia, holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it. His long legs and sharply handsome features conveyed a presence that was both quietly intense and hard to ignore, even when sitting still.
Some had already recognized him as Mason Nightshade.
Then the lady beside him must be...
Wearing a plain cotton T-shirt, a black long skirt, her hair in a ponytail, bangs covering half her face. The revealed half was plain and unremarkable—just an ordinary woman. Everyone lost interest, thinking it was just a mere date Mason brought casually, not the much-gossiped Shaw Family’s eldest daughter.
Aurelia had purposely disguised herself before going out, taught by the future makeup artist Amanda Fuller herself. Though Aurelia hadn’t mastered the craft, she had learned the basics well enough to make herself unrecognizable with just a casual makeover.
Seeing Grace Carter and Cymbeline Jennings leave their seats, Aurelia quickly told Mason and followed them, her eyes gleaming with mischief and excitement.
Mason shook his head helplessly.
This girl was up to something naughty again.
But he loved this side of her mischievousness.
The Major General’s greatest pleasure was in indulging his little wife—spoiling her to the point where she could walk arrogantly, unconcerned with anyone.
After all, he had her back.
No matter how big the mess she created, he could clean it up.
The Major General’s greatest joy was cleaning up his little wife’s messes, and he reveled in it.
Grace Carter was walking towards the restroom when suddenly someone bumped into her. Grace exclaimed "Ouch" and angrily glared at the person who had collided with her. She looked up to see a woman bent at a ninety-degree angle.
The woman hurriedly apologized, "I’m so sorry, so sorry, someone pushed me just now, I’m really sorry."
Ella Carter glanced sideways at the woman, annoyed, and said, "Watch where you’re going," holding her stomach as she quickly headed to the restroom.
Cymbeline Jennings frowned, finding the person somewhat familiar, but she didn’t think much of it and also walked toward the restroom.
The eyes hidden behind the bangs flashed with a cunning light, Aurelia’s red lips curved into a smile, the corners of her lips like a fox’s, bright and seductive.
Grace Carter’s stomach was in severe discomfort, seemingly having eaten something unclean, and she returned weakly after more than ten minutes.
Someone covered their mouth and shrieked, "Mrs. Carter, why do you look so pale?"
Grace Carter’s face was gloomy. "I don’t know what was not fresh, my stomach feels bad. I’m not playing after this round."
"Did you mean the drink Mrs. Spencer handed you earlier? Could there be something wrong with it?" The person laughed immediately after, "Just kidding, just kidding. Come, let’s keep playing."