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The person who had made the call kept calling “Ms. Jenner,” and there was only one Ms. Jenner in this
house—that was her, Yelena Jenner!
It was a Hamerton heir, anyway. She did not care if it was the eldest or the third. As long as she could
marry herself into the Hamertons, she would be able to brag in Jangasas and even Centrolis!
There was a vicious and triumphant look on her as she thought about it.
“Wendy!”
“Ms. Yelena…” Wendy hurried over. She was anxious but realized that Yelena seemed to be in a good
mood when she looked up.
“Yes, Ms. Yelena?”
“Call the number back.” Yelena jutted her chin. “Tell the person that I’m free to have the designers take
my measurements anytime!
“And call Cordelia!” She snickered.
“The day the designers dress me up, I want that b*tch to watch people from the Hamertons picking me
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtup!”
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Cordelia came to the Jenners’ mansion as agreed. She paced outside for some time, reluctant to press
the doorbell because she really did not want to go into this home that was not hers.
Despite that, Wendy ran out and waved at her.
“Ms. Cordelia, you’re here!”
“Wendy.” Cordelia nodded with a smile politely.
Wendy took her inside, but as she stepped in, she felt a different atmosphere.
“Wendy, didn’t you say there’s a letter for me?”
The old servant looked appalled and glanced upstairs, stammering, “It’s upstairs. Mr. Cordelia… come
with me.”
Cordelia followed in confusion, but Wendy took her to Yelena’s room. Before she broke out of her daze,
she was surprised by a drawled “sis”.
“Oh, my sister’s here! Come quickly, how do I look?”
Cordelia was astonished.
Yelena’s evening dress was sexy and accentuated her figure. All the key parts could vaguely be seen.
Her makeup was delicate as well, obvious that it came from effort.
“This is the stylist, Andy,” Yelena flaunted, pleased, “He’s also IV and Cici’s chief designer!”
Cordelia looked at her with a straight face.
“Sigh.” Yelena brandished the big sapphire stone on her finger. “I think you mustn’t have heard these
big international names. Hah, it’s like I’m talking to a brick wall!”
“I’m here to collect something.” Cordelia was not interested in what Yelena had to say. “Wendy says
there’s a letter for me…”
“Oh, letter?” Yelena sneered. “I opened it!”
“What?”
Yelena sent everyone out and retrieved the invitation to brag to Cordelia.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“It’s this! Hah, I wasn’t expecting this from you, Cordelia. You actually hooked up with the eldest heir of
the Hamertons in Centrolis!”
Cordelia was bewildered. She saw her name, Cordelia Jenner, written on the beautiful invitation, and
the person inviting her was Yale Hamerton. She did not even know what that was!
“Stop acting like you’re innocent! You think every man takes the bait?” Yelena glared at her.
“Cordelia, I’m telling you, don’t even think about going to this dinner!
“The one Mr. Yale Hamerton invites is the real Jenner heiress! A b*stard like you has nothing to do with
our family, and you want to rise up clinging to the Hamertons? Don’t even think about it!”
“Oh, my dear daughter, don’t get so mad!”
Joanne came in through the door and snickered when she saw Cordelia.
“Yelena, go down quickly! Mr. Yale’s men are waiting to send you to the airport!”
Yelena swayed her hips as she went down, glancing at Cordelia when she passed her.
“Country bumpkin!” She sneered. “You only deserve thugs like Marcus Grist!
“Hah, since you married him for me, I’ll attend the dinner for you. Consider the score settled, right?
Hahaha!”
Cordelia simply found it absurd and snorted. “You bragged about it for so long. Do you really think I
want to attend this dinner?”
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