Chapter 90

Chapter: 90

Her loud scream resonated through the banquet hall.

Lara was on a short skirt that could do nothing to protect her knee as it landed on the broken pieces of glass. Her face and ears

turned red in embarrassment at her indecent posture.

Millie hurried over to help her up.

Before she could touch her, a middle-aged man rushed over and pushed her away.

“Lara!” he called in a panicked tone and assisted the young Lara to her feet. He was Lara’s father, Johnnie Yerkes.

Before long, a crowd had already gathered around the scene.

“Dad, someone deliberately pushed me. You have to do something,” Lara said, her vision blurring with tears as she saw the think

red liquid oozing out of her knee.

When she looked up again, her eyes coincidentally fell on Millie and her eyes went wide. She pointed blatantly at Millie and

stated like a spoilt child, “She’s the one who pushed me, dad!”

Lara was the cherished gem of her family. She was loved by everyone, and had never gone through a single hardship in her life.

This moment of embarrassment was most certainly the worse thing she had ever suffered.

Millie couldn’t defend herself. Although it wasn’t a deliberate act, it was her fault.

But right now, she had to tone this scene down before it ruined the party.

“Miss Yerkes, I’m truly sorry about this. Someone pushed me from behind, then I lost my balance and bumped into you. It wasn’t

deliberate, but was an accident.

Please, let me help you to the medical room and treat your injury.”

Lara didn’t care about Millie’s explanation. All that mattered to her was that Millie did this to her.

She slapped away Millie's attempt to help her.

“Don’t touch me! | know you’re pretending. Do you have another evil plan to hurt me in there? At least now | understand why

there are all those rumours about you.

You really are a wicked woman. Someone pushed you?” Lara scoffed and added, “Are we supposed to believe that?”

Millie looked at the red handprint on her hand, then looked around carefully, as if expecting to see something out of the normal.

Someone had pushed her from behind. She was certain about it. But who? ©

Suddenly, a small path cleared in the crowd and Marcus walked to the center of the scene. When his eyes fell on the shards of

glass on the floor and small drops of blood, he asked, “What’s going on?”

He had stepped out for a short phone call, and like magic, something went wrong in here.

“Mr. Thomas, right on time! Your wife deliberately pushed my daughter and hurt her. | came here because | was invited to

Madame Claudia’s birthday party. | didn’t expect to be treated this way by your wife!”

His wife? Marcus’ frown deepened.