Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Win My Forsaken Ex–Wife Back

Chapter 327 Shameless to the Core

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“Mom, stop it.” Sebastian grabbed Camille’s arm, and his face darkened. Charlotte was the daughter Camille had raised from birth. How could she say such horrible things about her?

Camille shoved him away. “You’re just as ungrateful. Where were you on this important day? Instead of looking after your sister, you went to that little monster’s opening ceremony? Sebastian, have we given you too much power? Do you think you have the final say now?”

Sebastian’s expression grew even darker. “Mom, you…”

Charlotte kept her face perfectly calm, unmoved by the scene. Her clear eyes remained cool as she watched Camille lash out at everyone around her. “Are you done?” she asked quietly.

Camille was still fuming. “Charlotte, apologize to Sarah right now. You ruined her family reunion banquet. All her suffering today is because of you.”

“Oh hell no, I can’t take this anymore!” Evie burst out. “Why should she apologize? Who does Sarah think she is? Just because she knows how to suck up? You want respect for someone who deliberately went after a married man?

“No wonder you two are mother and daughter–you two are shameless to the core! Well, this has been eye–opening. Now, I see what a shameless old hag really looks like. Thank God, Lottie

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isn’t actually your daughter. Having you as her mom must be the most miserable thing in the world!”

a force to be reckoned with. She shoved Camille and immediately launched into a

couldn’t care less if Camille was an elder

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Someone who just used their age as an excuse to act like a

think you are? How dare you push me?” Camille stumbled again but managed to keep her balance. She pointed

Go ahead, lie down right now. Let’s see how rich ladies like you fake injuries.” Evie

sarcasm.

her chest. “I… I

and then shot Evie a furious glare. “How could you do this?

look! The rich lady’s putting

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out loudly with a cold smirk on

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through her sobs. She turned to Arthur with pleading eyes, her face full of desperation. “Arthur, it’s my fault. My mom had nothing to do with it.

at me, okay? Can you just let someone take my mom to

spat in revulsion,

scene.

his brows furrowing.

chest, moaning dramatically about how much it