âThanks, Mr. Levert, but Iâll have to go now. Weâll talk later.â Angeline tried her best to muster a polite smile.
âSure thing.â Zeferino nodded, apology twinkling in his eyes. He put his glass down and saw Angeline off.
Jealous, Siobhan held Zeferinoâs arm and yanked him over. âStop looking at her, Zefe. Sheâs a slut. Why would you ever work with her?â
Zeferino shot Siobhan an icy glare. Icily, he responded, âShut it.â For far too long, Siobhan had tested his patience. âOur families might be friends, but youâre just a sister to me. Thatâs all. If youâre going to act like a brat around my guest, then I will not invite you to any events from here on out.â
Zeferino left Siobhan without saying another word.
âZefe!â Siobhan stared at him in disbelief, but he wouldnât come back. And so, she paced around angrily.
She wouldâve screamed if she could, but there were people around.
Suddenly, a woman said, âCalm down, Ms. Yiurk. Anger wonât do you well.â The woman was in a red low-
cut dress, and she paired it up with some stilettos.
Siobhan shot her a look of disdain. âAnd who are you?â
âIt doesnât matter who I am.â Denise snapped her fingers. A waiter came to her service, and she took a glass of wine from his tray. Then she swirled it around. âWhat matters is we have a common enemy. You donât like Angeline, do you?â
Siobhan stared at Denise intently. âWhat are you trying to say?â
âJust that I donât like her either. We used to work in the same company. I was more famous than her, but then she hooked up with Evander and destroyed my future.â Denise gnashed her teeth and downed the wine in one go.
The hatred swirling within Denise was almost palpable. Siobhan felt it, and she frowned. Doubtfully, she said, âYeah, right. Angelineâs annoying, but Evanderâs downright evil and uncaring. He doesnât even care for the Sherrock Groupâs heiress. As if heâs going to care about Angeline.â
âHey, you just called her a slut, remember? And sluts are great at toying with men. If she can play your cousin like a fiddle, whatâs stopping her from doing the same with Evander?â
âYou do have a point.â Siobhan sneered. âSheâd do anything to get what she wants.â
Denise looked around her cautiously. The coast is clear. She said, âSo you gotta be on guard. Sheâs getting along swimmingly with Zeferino. Not trying to insinuate anything, butâ¦â
There was no need for her to finish the sentence. Siobhan got the implication, and her face fell. âShut it.
Zefeâs not that kind of guy.â
Oh, she fell for it. A subtle sparkle of smugness shone in Deniseâs eyes. Feigning concern, she said, âAll the more reason to be on guard, soâ¦â
That finally made Siobhan waver. âAll right, enough. Just tell me what youâre getting at.â
Little did Angeline know, she was about to get herself into trouble soon. At the moment, she was receiving interviews from the reporters, talking about the new product and some other miscellaneous topics. All of the questions were expected, and she answered them easily.
Moistdore Cosmeticsâ photographer took a few more photos of her for the Twitter post. He looked at the pictures and praised, âYou pass the vibe check, Ms. Sorelle. Looks Instagramable even without any Photoshop. Oh, we just got a call from the host. Five minutes in, and preorders are already sold out.â
âReally?â The news delighted Angeline. âThatâs great news. And I thought Iâd be dragging them down.â
âYouâre being modest, Ms. Sorelle. You underestimate yourself.â The photographer smiled dryly and made small talk. âYou do what you have to do. I need to meet up with the other guys.â
âSure.â
They went their separate ways. Angeline had nothing to do after work, so she wanted to leave. But before that, restroom. Much to her chagrin, she ran into the one person she never wanted toâDenise.
The latter was standing before the mirror, reapplying her makeup. When Angeline came in, Denise gave her a cryptic smile. âBeen a while.â
âMm-hm.â But Angeline said no more. She turned the faucet on and washed her hands. She wouldnât say hi to me out of nowhere. Somethingâs up.
But Angeline had no intention of finding out what Denise was plotting. There was nothing to talk about.
Angeline pulled some tissues out to wipe her hands dry. Then she tossed them in the trash and tried to leave, but Denise gasped in pain and fell in her direction.
âWhat are you doing?â
Angeline turned around instinctively and tried to hold Denise up, but she wouldnât let go. Like a koala, she hugged Angeline tightly as if she was a eucalyptus tree. Also, she squeezed Angelineâs bag as hard as she could.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â Angeline pulled an arm out and shoved Denise off, her gaze filled with disdain and impatience.
Denise chortled mysteriously as she straightened her dress out. Calmly, she said, âSorry.â And then she left the restroom.
Angeline stared at the leaving Denise, feeling frustrated. What on earth is she trying to do? She hates my guts. So why did she hold me so tightly? What is she up to this time?
Angeline had a lot of questions, but she didnât care. She straightened herself up and left the restroom.
The event was already wrapping up, and there was barely anyone around. Time to leave.
But just then, a shrill scream echoed through the air. It came from the stage.
âMy necklace! Itâs gone! Someone took it!â
The sudden shout gained everyoneâs attention, including Angelineâs. She turned around to check things out, only to see that the one who shouted was none other than Siobhan.
Siobhan looked anxious, and she shouted a few more times. Then her bodyguard came.
The guests were riled up, excited at the prospect of a little drama unfolding within these walls.