Giselle showed off in the crowd holding her phone. The photo on the screen did show Yelena with a man.
“Don’t know him, right? This is Mr. Z Hamerton! Yelena was at his welcoming dinner!”
“The third heir of Centrolis’ Hamertons?”
“Of course! He’s the real rich man!”
Everyone looked at Yelena enviously. They knew that Mr. Z Hamerton kept a low profile. He had never made an official appearance in the media to this day, and people who got to meet him were few and far between.
Not only had Yelena been invited to the Hamerton’s event, but she had even taken a photo with Mr. Z. It was an immense honor.
Compliments and flattery sounded one after another.
Yelena had a guilty conscience. She had not wanted Giselle to broadcast it like that, but since no one exposed her, she accepted the admiration in peace. So what if Cordelia was the one who had gone in that night? If she dared speak a word about it, she would have ways to take care of her!
Yelena looked around and saw Cordelia and Marcus in the crowd. She went over with her arms crossed, sending Giselle a look.
Giselle understood it immediately and brandished the photo in front of Cordelia, mocking, “I heard you went that night too, Cordelia? Why don’t I see a photo of you and Mr. Z?”
Cordelia looked at Yelena in confusion.
“Sigh, an illegitimate child will always be an illegitimate child. Kept in the dark forever.” Yelena hurried to say, “Mr. Z’s of noble status. How could he take a photo with an illegitimate daughter?”
Cordelia frowned. “That night, weren’t you—”
“I’m not that free to poke my nose in it either, but I won’t let you off easily since you commented on my husband!” Cordelia paused and said, “Also, as sisters, let me give you a kind reminder. A man too powerful isn’t a choice partner!
“The Hamertons have such a high status that not everyone’s able to cling to them. If you want to climb high, be prepared to fall hard! You’re my sister, after all. I don’t want to see you end up too sad!”
“You—” Yelena got angry. “Don’t worry. I’ll definitely be better off than you! Keep your useless husband around and stay useless for life!”
“What are you talking about? How merry!” A loud voice suddenly cut in.
Following the voice was a man’s steady steps and polite but distant smile.
Oliver walked over slowly. He had vaguely heard “Mr. Z Hamerton” when he was smoking outside and wanted to join the discussion since his interest was piqued. He nodded at Cordelia as a greeting but paused his gaze when it landed on Marcus, who was next to her.
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