The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 494

At that moment, Hilda suddenly spoke up. "Dick?"

A cold, mocking laugh slipped from her lips. "Oh, that's right. The infamous adopted son of the Glenwood family-the one who can't do anything right. I heard his business in Havencrest flopped, so he came slinking back to Crestwood, tail between his legs."

Something else occurred to her, and Hilda added, "Didn't he just make the tabloids recently? That video, wow, what a scandal. People are paying twenty bucks a pop just to see it."

Jeanette's face went pale, but she didn't dare anger Hilda. In a small, trembling voice, she protested, "President Saunders, please don't talk about my father like that."

As she spoke, Jeanette looked to Citrine, who was watching the scene unfold with cool detachment. Jeanette pointed at her, desperation in her voice. "None of it's true! It's her-she's the one who's spreading these lies!"

"President Saunders, don't let her fool you! You don't know what she's really like. Citrine used to be the Iverson family's adopted daughter-she's my sister. She's always been manipulative. All my life, she's set me up again and again. When we were little, she almost set the house on fire with me inside!" Jeanette's eyes pleaded with Hilda, her voice quivering as she tried to win her over.

She didn't notice how Hilda's gaze grew colder with every word.

A split second later, Hilda grabbed a fistful of Jeanette's hair and yanked hard. Her voice was sharp as a blade. "Who do you think you are? You have no right to talk about her."

It was clear Jeanette had come here gunning for her sister. Monica and Wade, watching from the side, exchanged looks of utter disgust. Honestly, they were starting to look forward to what would happen next.

Aunt Hilda never tolerated anyone insulting her little sister. Jeanette was as good as finished.

Then, in full view of the crowd, Hilda calmly raised her wine glass.

No one knew what she was planning-until a moment later, when she poured the entire glass of red wine straight over Jeanette's head.

in heavy makeup for the occasion, was instantly ruined. The wine streaked her face, smearing her makeup until

exposed, the

crowd recoiled in

hideous without

fairer-skinned than her-and I'm a guy. I can't imagine how many layers she slathered

to make a scene in front of Ms. Saunders? Some

videos are all over the internet, and she still has the nerve to show up at a party?

bankrupt and shameless—does she really not see what

"Ugh. What a disaster."

clenched her fists so tightly her

at Hilda in

Saunders, I'm still Glenwood,

the most powerful family in

the

eyebrow, feigning

out, "President Glenwood,

thin, amused smile. "Not at

as she looked

as if he

another word, Hilda seized Jeanette's chin and, in front