The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice

Chapter 8 A Slap in the Face

Some sharp-eyed guests recognized her as the infamous simpleton of Meawood City. They exclaimed in disbelief, “Oh my, is that Harriet?”

The collective gasp and shock from the guests were palpable.

‘Harriet? That simpleton?

‘The notorious girl, who always paints her face deathly white and adorns herself with gaudy accessories? The one who believes that she is a celestial being?’

No one knew that when Harriet dressed up, she looked so stunning.

“Come on, you call that beautiful? Just wait until you see her sister, Nora, the top beauty in Meawood City,” someone scoffed.

Nora’s adorers echoed his words.

However, when Nora, dressed in a maid’s outfit, came in afterwards, those people felt as though they had been slapped in the face.

especially true for those who had just praised Nora as a rare beauty

untidily, be considered the most

in Meawood City? What a joke!” someone

to Harriet. The gap in their beauty is huge.”

harsh ridicule toward Nora didn’t stir any feelings in

for

night’s happening, he wouldn’t come to

in this lifetime, didn’t want

her knuckles turning white and her nails digging into

cursed inwardly. ‘I have been played by a fool. This is not over!’

thought for a moment

deserves to make a spectacle of

mind, Nora picked up a glass of brandy and walked toward the girl in the spotlight.

the alcohol all over Harriet’s dress.

dress, once wet,

would take some pictures and have the paparazzi

disguise the triumphant smile on

closer