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Missus Everly cast a cold glance at Cece and remarked disdainfully, “Ill-mannered wench, who gave you the right to
speak here? Birds of a feather, indeed! People of a certain kind always gravitate toward their kind.”
Cece had never encountered someone so unreasonable before, and she flushed in rage. She was about to confront
Missus Everly when Vicky restrained her.
Vicky gazed calmly at Missus Everly. “The upbringing of people who constantly call others ‘ill-mannered’ is hardly
exemplary. Missus Hart was right. People who don’t have a mother won’t know a thing about manners, but having a
mother devoid of refinement can hardly raise a good daughter either.”
The expressions of the three women immediately darkened.
Valencia sarcastically chimed in, “I heard Ms. Shaw has lost her memory. It seems deceiving men is another skill in
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Missus Everly laughed coldly. “Aria, you should learn a thing or two from her. When it’s time for a woman to feign
vulnerability, she must learn to do so. Otherwise, how else can she capture a man’s heart?”
Vicky glanced at Valencia and said, “Missus Hart, just because I figured who you are, doesn’t mean I’m faking my
amnesia. Sometimes, it’s best to use not just your eyes, but your brain as well to look at matters.”
“Outrageous!” Valencia grew furious. She could not help but notice Vicky’s subtle mockery, implying that she lacked
intelligence. “Who do you think you are to lecture me?!” she retorted.
Missus Everly, with a chilly tone, interjected, “She figured out who we are and still acts so impolitely. This truly goes
against all propriety. After all, she should be addressing you as ‘mother’… Missus Hart, how unfortunate it is that
Tyler has married such a woman. This is going to bring great misfortune upon your household.”
Missus Everly’s remark hurt Valencia’s pride.
She stared at Vicky and roared, “Kneel!”
Cece, though slow to realize what was happening, finally realized what was wrong.
‘So…one of these two ladies is Vicky’s mother-in-law?’ she thought and gaped at Valencia. ‘What year does she
think we are in? Who’d ask another person to kneel?’
Despite feeling sorry for Vicky, Cece knew that this was a family matter and stood wordlessly by Vicky’s side.
Vicky remained calm. “Sorry, but I’m not your servant. You can’t command me to do anything.”
Valencia was used to being obeyed at home as she had a husband and son who loved her. Rage coursed through
her veins at the thought that her authority was being challenged by whom she considered a lowly woman.
The more enraged she was, the harder she tried to hide it and maintained composure.
“Since you know who I am, that saves me the time to introduce myself.” Valencia looked down at Vicky. “I need to
speak with you in person, Ms. Shaw.”
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Vicky knew that she could not escape and nodded.
At that moment, she was grateful for the warning she received from Old Mister Hart.
Just as she was about to leave with Valencia, her phone rang, and she immediately said to Valencia, “Sorry, Missus
Hart. I need to take a phone call.”
She walked over to a corner and answered the call from the mysterious man. “Sir?”
“Vicky, don’t go with her,” the man said in a low voice.
She lifted an eyebrow. “Her? Who?”
“Missus Hart.”
Surprised, she asked, “Why not?”
“Don’t ask why, just do it. Also, get out of that event hall right now.”
Vicky wanted to ask more about it, but the call ended instantly
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