Chapter 300

Chapter 300

I had wandered off, the chatter around me turning into a distant hum. But the word “lovers” cut through the noise loud and clear. Me? A singleton? That term couldn’t be further from my reality.

The Myers Mansion was a maze, just as Ramona had warned. Eventually, I had to swallow my pride and ask a servant for directions to find the dining room.

“Ah, you must be the Ms. Webster the matriarch has been buzzing about all morning?”

Spotting me as I navigated my way, the butler promptly instructed the staff to whip up an additional breakfast.

I offered a small smile and a word of thanks before settling for a peaceful meal, prompting the butler to leave.

Midway through my breakfast, a shadow loomed over me, and before I knew it, an accusation hurled my way.

Jane, I’m warning you. Keep your distance from my family! I don’t give a hoot about whatever plans you’ve got up your sleeve, but quit sucking up to my grandma.”

My spoonful of oatmeal didn’t falter as I replied, “And what schemes would those be?”

Dorothy huffed. “As if you don’t know. You’re not over Bryant and trying to use my grandma to get back in his good books to lure him back.”

“Dorothy, I’m not like you.” I set down my spoon and frowned. “I still have some dignity.”

I could be devoted or deep in love, but stooping to desperate measures? That was way too embarrassing.

“You!” Dorothy rolled her eyes dramatically and suddenly broke into a sly grin. “You were behind that payback the other day, weren’t you?” I feigned ignorance. “What payback?”

“Even though Gregory covered for you,” she leaned on the table, eyes narrowed. “I knew it was you. The bruises I got were the same as you had last time.”

“Oh? And what do you plan to do about it?” I dropped the act. Given her arrogance, I had expected her to make a scene right there. Instead, she smiled sweetly. “I don’t plan to do anything for now because Bryant was so upset seeing my bruises. He wanted to go after you himself, but I stopped him.”

I didn’t doubt that. When Margaret had dragged me into oncoming traffic, resulting in a miscarriage, he had blamed me without hesitation, even slapped me for being heartless. And if I had sought revenge on Dorothy, he’d want to punish me on behalf of his darling.

Despite the warmth of the heated floors, a chill ran down my spine as I stood, “Is that so? Good for him. He truly is a wonderful man.” To Margaret, he was a great catch. Dorothy sure seemed to think the same.

But for me, he was just a whole world of trouble.

“Yes, and that’s why I will marry him!” Dorothy lifted her chin proudly like a spoiled princess, “Oh, and about the designs you sent? I’m pleased. Just ensure you hurry up with the rest. We can’t have any delays for mine and Bryant’s engagement party.”

“Hold on.” I pulled out my phone and hit record, “Could you repeat that first part? Also, for the dress design, including labor and materials, that’ll be 5.1 million dollars. You’ve paid 100,000 dollars upfront, so please transfer the remaining five million in two installments, with 2.5 million each. One today, and the other on the day of your fitting.”

“2.5 million?” Dorothy frowned, displeased.

I smiled lightly, “Yes, Ms. Myers. That’s the actual cost. Of course, feel free to add a little extra if you want. I won’t mind.”