The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1512 A Slap in the Face

"That doesn't mean you can treat her like this!" Terrence looked at Yvette, who remained silent. He refused to believe that his crush was anything like what the manager had claimed.

"Yvette, call Mr. Lark or Mr. Waldron right now. Let's see if he dares to talk to you like this once they arrive. You're just too kind," Terrence said to Yvette.

Yvette clenched her fists in frustration. She wondered how someone could be this stupid! She had already tried to stop him, yet he kept running his mouth!

"Terrence, forget it. You guys are finally visiting Hawford, so let me show you around."

All she wanted now was to leave as quickly as possible. The longer she stayed, the more likely her lies would be exposed.

These naïve people would still believe her if she played her cards right. She had already embarrassed herself enough and couldn't bear more humiliation!

and continued to argue stubbornly. The manager, tired of wasting time with them, raised his hand

at

wanted to shout back, but the security guards' arrival and the growing attention from onlookers made

face flushed red with anger, and he muttered defensively, "It's just

and envying those who could afford to dine there. It wasn't just any café but was a century-old establishment located in the former Frenda

with entitled customers, smirked at Yvette. "Did you hear that, Ms. Yates? If you had your friend's level of pride, you wouldn't always be trying to

her lips, unable to muster a single

clueless. They overheard the murmurs around them and glanced at

when he spotted the familiar figure in the crowd again. "Great, just my luck.

with a smile. His attitude transformed into one of impeccable politeness and elegance. "Ms. Quinnell,

just call

place. Their eyes widened in disbelief, and they felt as if they had been punched in the gut. They stood there, unable to process what had just happened, watching helplessly as Wynter walked past them