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.

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

and untidily, be considered the

beautiful woman in Meawood City? What

compared to Harriet. The gap in

and the harsh ridicule toward Nora

searching for

happening, he wouldn’t come to

if Delbert, in this lifetime, didn’t want to marry her?

with anger, her knuckles turning white and her nails digging into the flesh of her palms.

she cursed inwardly. ‘I have been played by a fool.

a moment and sneered.

fool like you deserves to make a spectacle

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

intended to pour the alcohol all over Harriet’s

dress, once wet, would be revealing.

take some pictures and have the paparazzi post them online to discredit Harriet.

the triumphant

closer