The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back by Juliette Vaughan

Chapter 118

At this moment, Diana Beaumont and her son's wife, Evelyn, who had been meant to sit there, were happily greeting Marissa and Kayla. "What a coincidence to run into you two here!" Diana greeted Marissa

warmly.

It was only then that Marissa noticed the woman sitting beside her was Diana, the matriarch of the Beaumont family. She quickly reined in her arrogance, forcing a smile as she responded, "Yes, it's quite a coincidence.

"Really?" Diana's tone carried a subtle edge. "Ms. Prescott, you've started taking an interest in charity work?" Her words were laced with a touch of sarcasm. Given that Nathaniel disliked Marissa, it was no surprise that his mother, Diana, harbored no fondness for Marissa either.

Moreover, with Nathaniel having been transferred to Brightmoor to oversee the factory, Diana couldn't help but feel a little spiteful upon seeing Marissa occupying the seat that had been initially offered to her. Marissa caught the sarcasm in Diana's words but remained composed, replying smoothly, "Yeah. Kayla and I both want to contribute to charitable causes.

a thin smile, her every move radiating elegance. "The invitations were sent out two weeks ago, and the seating arrangements were made well in advance. You

Otherwise, she wouldn't have known what to do

to give up her seats. Had she known it was for Marissa, she would never have agreed to the exchange. Marissa's expression stiffened slightly, but she quickly understood the underlying message in Diana's words. It was a veiled jab at her, suggesting that if she were frank about her interest in charity, she wouldn't have tried to insert

taking a seat that originally belonged to

were planning to collaborate on a new venture. Even without that partnership, Diana held a higher social standing and seniority,

seated, Marissa forced a smile. "Mrs. Beaumont, I didn't know this seat was yours. Shall

for that. The lights

that often enough, they just don't feel any shame anymore." She raised an eyebrow and added, "Oh, Ms. Prescott, I'm not referring to you, of course." Marissa clenched her jaw, her face turning a deep