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.

ago, and the seating arrangements were made

being generous and offered up my spot. Otherwise, she wouldn't have

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 herself at

and taking a seat that originally belonged to Diana. Marissa hadn't expected this seat to

on par with the Vanderbilt family, and recently, the two families were planning to collaborate on a new venture. Even without that

now that she was already seated, Marissa forced a smile. "Mrs. Beaumont,

smiled, but her eyes remained cold, "No need for that. The lights are already dimmed. Moving

Diana, "Without any social standing, some people still insist on staying around where they don't belong. When they do 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 red. It was impossible for her not to understand the dig aimed at her-mocking her for staying at Vanderbilt Manor for years without ever truly