Regret Novel 118

Mrs. Fontaine was one of Professor Carstairs‘ favorite customers at this boutique–a VIP, no less. The sales assistant, who owed a good chunk of her commission to Mrs. Fontaine’s lavish spending, wouldn’t dare show her anything short of deference.

She fussed over Mrs. Fontaine, serving her tea and making sure she had the plushest seat.

“Dr. Sterling, how much do you even make in a month?” Mrs. Fontaine sneered, stroking the LV handbag in her lap, her disdain barely concealed. “Honestly, what are you doing in a place like this? Young people these days–don’t let vanity get the better of you. If you can’t afford it, don’t embarrass yourself.”

Charlotte let out a laugh. “So Mrs. Fontaine, spending the money your husband embezzled to spoil yourself isn’t vanity? I wonder how Director Fontaine, sitting in his cell, would feel if he knew how you’re blowing his dirty money.”

“You little witch! How dare you bring that up!”

Just the mention of it sent Mrs. Fontaine into a rage.

Mrs. Rayburn glared at her, snorting, “You old hag. Threaten my daughter again and you’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“Who are you calling old, you wrinkled cow?”

Mrs. Rayburn ducked behind Charlotte, poked her head out, and snickered, “Oh, I’m a wrinkled cow? Who’s the real old hag here?”

“You-” Mrs. Fontaine started, but then the sales assistant gave her a discreet nudge. She forced herself to swallow her anger, putting on the air of someone rising above the squabble. “No wonder–birds of a feather flock together. Trash attracts trash.”

closer, her voice laced with meaning. “Exactly. Birds of a feather. Otherwise, why would Mrs. Fontaine stoop

averting her gaze. “I don’t know

exactly what I mean. Especially when it

in place, making every twitch of Mrs. Fontaine’s face

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handbag tighter, Mrs. Fontaine lifted her chin and refused to admit

to the sales assistant. “Get them out of here. I don’t want to see them for another

to usher them out–just as Wesley and his bodyguard entered the boutique. Catching the tail end of the commotion, Wesley’s

suddenly realizing something was

Rayburn hurried over to Wesley, putting on her most pitiful face, “they insulted your sister

worry, Mom. No one’s going to bully

better mind your own business. You never know who you might cross

smile didn’t falter. “You? You hardly qualify as anyone

“You-!”

to the

It was-

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