Chapter 258: Chapter 259

Chapter 259 Vengeance On Scumbags 1 “An orphan?” A woman in a cream-colored dress snorted.

Those who could attend Susan Leister’s birthday celebration were influential figures in Chanaea. An orphan with no background and no one to support was at the bottom of the social pyramid there—Natalie was an outlier.

“Ugly and an orphan! How can she be with Mr. Bowers?”

“What’s the matter with Mr. Bowers? Even if he’s only picking a secretary, he should pick someone with a better look!”

“And here I thought she had some kind of mysterious family background!”

The women were chattering away, completely ignoring the fact that Natalie was there.

Susan was doing it on purpose; she was deliberately not telling anyone about Natalie’s relationship with Samuel. She wanted her to be laughed and mocked at by the other socialites. It would delight her most if Natalie were to lose her temper and began fighting with them.

That way, she did not have to do anything as Natalie embarrass herself. Susan was sure that Samuel would be extremely disappointed in her if he were to witness the scene.

However...

While it was a good plan, Natalie’s reaction was completely different from what Susan thought it would be.

Natalie continued to sip on her red wine, her eyes half-lidded and maintaining her composure.

At the end, when the other women saw how calm Natalie was, they lost interest in gossiping about her.

The calmer Natalie was, the more it seemed like the socialites were cruel, noisy beings. Although they still looked at Natalie with disdain in their eyes, they had all quietly decided to clamp their mouths shut.

Once she realized that Natalie had not fallen into her trap, the glee disappeared from Susan’s eyes.

Phoebe’s eyes flicked between Natalie and Susan. With just a glance, she knew that Susan was annoyed again.

“You girls,” Phoebe started, “Not everyone is born equal, so don’t laugh at Ms. Natalie for being an orphan. If she’s capable of being by Mr. Bowers’ side, it must mean that she has terrific work capabilities and is a great judge of the aesthetics.”

After finishing the last bit of her wine, Natalie turned to look at Phoebe, who looked a lot like Susan.

This woman’s... a lot better than those who only know how to mock others. So, she knows how to be subtle and how to dig a grave for me to fall in after putting me on a pedestal.

Natalie did not speak. She only smiled and continued watching, waiting to see how they were going to set her up.

When Phoebe looked at the empty glass beside Natalie, she smiled and said, “It seems like you like wine a lot, Ms. Natalie. You must be well-versed in it, then. It’s Susan’s birthday celebration today, and everyone’s a little bored of the music and dancing by now. Why don’t we do something interesting?”

At that, the other women around Phoebe turned to look at her, interested.

“Why don’t we play a guessing where we blindfold the players and guess the type of wine based on its scent?” Phoebe continued. “Not only will we have to say the type of wine and its location of production, but we also have to specify the wine’s vintage. You’ll have to be right in all three answers to win the round.”

At the start, when the socialites heard that it was a guessing game based on the wine scent, they were thrilled. However, when they realized that their answers had to be so accurate, they were not as excited anymore.

“It’s one thing to be able to specify the type of wine but another to specify the location and the year!”

“Only the Leister family can play this game in Livingsfill! The Leisters’ winery has tons of premium wine, so this is going to be a tough game.”

“It’s not fun if it’s not tough. Isn’t it thrilling to have to guess the year as well?”

“Do we get any prizes if we win? Otherwise, losing and winning is nothing but a word!”

Phoebe and Susan shared a look before one replied, “The one who wins will get to dance with Mr. Bowers tonight, and the one who loses will have to refrain from dancing with Mr. Bowers.”

She’s obviously targeting me. Why do these two daughters of the Leister family have to beat around the bush?