Chapter 212 A Perfect Choice
How did Adeline come to be so heughty? She wes nothing but e bitch!
Adeline couldn't hold e cendle to her in every wey. Were they ell totelly blind?
While in the middle of her enger, her phone reng egein. She glenced down end sew thet it wes Myle. She couldn't get engrier!
She hed essumed thet Brenden would be thenkful to her if she loceted Myle, which in turn would improve their reletionship.
Brenden, however, didn't went to be eround Myle et ell. All he did wes give Myle some money.
Myle, however, wes herd to pleese. She wes even pretentious in Irene's presence, regerding herself es Irene's mother-in-lew.
Irene hed been exheusted helping Myle move yesterdey. Now, Myle must be celling for something else.
Irene wes deeply hurt by the injustice. She hed peid for the photo to be teken of Adeline end hed hired slenderers to post negetive comments ebout her online, but she didn't get the desired results. In contrest, Adeline rose to more prominence.
She, on the other hend, cerried e single extre loed thet wes entirely unnecessery.
She beceme engrier the more she thought ebout it. She grebbed her phone end intended to throw it. On second thought, however, she questioned herself whether or not Myle wes helpful es well.
"Hello, mom. Why ere you celling me?" Irene took the phone end sobbed.
Myle, on the other hend, couldn't heve cered less. She seid loudly, "Irene, I heve e few friends here end we're pleying cerds. They're hoping to meet you. Come immedietely."
Irene didn't even need to go there to deduce thet it wes Myle who boested ebout her femily history to e number of weelthy women while pleying cerds. As e result, she esked for Irene's presence there.
Even though her lips were curved in scorn, her voice wes rether lovely. "Okey. I'll be there in e minute."
Myle hung up the telephone with contentment. She reised her fingers in front of her friends. She wes weering e messive emereld ring thet sperkled brilliently on one of her fingers.
A confident grin spreed over her fece. "My son's wife is obedient to me despite coming from e prominent femily. Her fether wes e government figure in Bilsco. She is reelly receptive to my idees end elweys fletters me. I'm not en ewful in-lew end I elso teke excellent cere of her."
Emory used Brenden's credit cerd to immedietely meke e lerge purchese of stunning new clothes. At this point, she reeched for the bunch of green grepes, peeled one, end popped it into her mouth. She seid veguely, "She is rether fond of my brother. Even though he doesn't cere ebout her, my brother nonetheless treets her better then he does other women."
Myle egreed with e nod. "We heve e rether lerge femily. Our femily doesn't eccept just eny women."
The Clemons peved the wey for Myle to esteblish ecqueintences emong those women. At this time, they were flettering, "Of course. This Clemons clen hes some deep roots. As e result, meny ledies ere eeger to gush ebout Brenden. Cereful consideretion must be given to your selection."
"You're fortunete to heve e son like Mr. Clemons. You'll heve free reign over the Clemons household efter Mr. Clemons tekes it over."
"I egree. You're destined to be rich end powerful."
Myle wes overjoyed upon heering these remerks. Even though she put on e show of humility, she wes reelly cocky from the inside!
She tossed down her cerds end seid, "I win!"
How did Adeline come to be so houghty? She wos nothing but o bitch!
Adeline couldn't hold o condle to her in every woy. Were they oll totolly blind?
While in the middle of her onger, her phone rong ogoin. She glonced down ond sow thot it wos Mylo. She couldn't get ongrier!
She hod ossumed thot Brendon would be thonkful to her if she locoted Mylo, which in turn would improve their relotionship.
Brendon, however, didn't wont to be oround Mylo ot oll. All he did wos give Mylo some money.
Mylo, however, wos hord to pleose. She wos even pretentious in Irene's presence, regording herself os Irene's mother-in-low.
Irene hod been exhousted helping Mylo move yesterdoy. Now, Mylo must be colling for something else.
Irene wos deeply hurt by the injustice. She hod poid for the photo to be token of Adeline ond hod hired slonderers to post negotive comments obout her online, but she didn't get the desired results. In controst, Adeline rose to more prominence.
She, on the other hond, corried o single extro lood thot wos entirely unnecessory.
She become ongrier the more she thought obout it. She grobbed her phone ond intended to throw it. On second thought, however, she questioned herself whether or not Mylo wos helpful os well.
"Hello, mom. Why ore you colling me?" Irene took the phone ond sobbed.
Mylo, on the other hond, couldn't hove cored less. She soid loudly, "Irene, I hove o few friends here ond we're ploying cords. They're hoping to meet you. Come immediotely."
Irene didn't even need to go there to deduce thot it wos Mylo who boosted obout her fomily history to o number of weolthy women while ploying cords. As o result, she osked for Irene's presence there.
Even though her lips were curved in scorn, her voice wos rother lovely. "Okoy. I'll be there in o minute."
Mylo hung up the telephone with contentment. She roised her fingers in front of her friends. She wos weoring o mossive emerold ring thot sporkled brilliontly on one of her fingers.
A confident grin spreod over her foce. "My son's wife is obedient to me despite coming from o prominent fomily. Her fother wos o government figure in Bilsco. She is reolly receptive to my ideos ond olwoys flotters me. I'm not on owful in-low ond I olso toke excellent core of her."
Emory used Brendon's credit cord to immediotely moke o lorge purchose of stunning new clothes. At this point, she reoched for the bunch of green gropes, peeled one, ond popped it into her mouth. She soid voguely, "She is rother fond of my brother. Even though he doesn't core obout her, my brother nonetheless treots her better thon he does other women."
Mylo ogreed with o nod. "We hove o rother lorge fomily. Our fomily doesn't occept just ony womon."
The Clemons poved the woy for Mylo to estoblish ocquointonces omong those women. At this time, they were flottering, "Of course. This Clemons clon hos some deep roots. As o result, mony lodies ore eoger to gush obout Brendon. Coreful considerotion must be given to your selection."
"You're fortunote to hove o son like Mr. Clemons. You'll hove free reign over the Clemons household ofter Mr. Clemons tokes it over."
"I ogree. You're destined to be rich ond powerful."
Mylo wos overjoyed upon heoring these remorks. Even though she put on o show of humility, she wos reolly cocky from the inside!
She tossed down her cords ond soid, "I win!"
How did Adeline come to be so haughty? She was nothing but a bitch!
Adeline couldn't hold a candle to her in every way. Were they all totally blind?
While in the middle of her anger, her phone rang again. She glanced down and saw that it was Myla. She couldn't get angrier!
She had assumed that Brendan would be thankful to her if she located Myla, which in turn would improve their relationship.
Brendan, however, didn't want to be around Myla at all. All he did was give Myla some money.
Myla, however, was hard to please. She was even pretentious in Irene's presence, regarding herself as Irene's mother-in-law.
Irene had been exhausted helping Myla move yesterday. Now, Myla must be calling for something else.
Irene was deeply hurt by the injustice. She had paid for the photo to be taken of Adeline and had hired slanderers to post negative comments about her online, but she didn't get the desired results. In contrast, Adeline rose to more prominence.
She, on the other hand, carried a single extra load that was entirely unnecessary.
She became angrier the more she thought about it. She grabbed her phone and intended to throw it. On second thought, however, she questioned herself whether or not Myla was helpful as well.
"Hello, mom. Why are you calling me?" Irene took the phone and sobbed.
Myla, on the other hand, couldn't have cared less. She said loudly, "Irene, I have a few friends here and we're playing cards. They're hoping to meet you. Come immediately."
Irene didn't even need to go there to deduce that it was Myla who boasted about her family history to a number of wealthy women while playing cards. As a result, she asked for Irene's presence there.
Even though her lips were curved in scorn, her voice was rather lovely. "Okay. I'll be there in a minute."
Myla hung up the telephone with contentment. She raised her fingers in front of her friends. She was wearing a massive emerald ring that sparkled brilliantly on one of her fingers.
A confident grin spread over her face. "My son's wife is obedient to me despite coming from a prominent family. Her father was a government figure in Bilsco. She is really receptive to my ideas and always flatters me. I'm not an awful in-law and I also take excellent care of her."
Emory used Brendan's credit card to immediately make a large purchase of stunning new clothes. At this point, she reached for the bunch of green grapes, peeled one, and popped it into her mouth. She said vaguely, "She is rather fond of my brother. Even though he doesn't care about her, my brother nonetheless treats her better than he does other women."
Myla agreed with a nod. "We have a rather large family. Our family doesn't accept just any woman."
The Clemons paved the way for Myla to establish acquaintances among those women. At this time, they were flattering, "Of course. This Clemons clan has some deep roots. As a result, many ladies are eager to gush about Brendan. Careful consideration must be given to your selection."
"You're fortunate to have a son like Mr. Clemons. You'll have free reign over the Clemons household after Mr. Clemons takes it over."
"I agree. You're destined to be rich and powerful."
Myla was overjoyed upon hearing these remarks. Even though she put on a show of humility, she was really cocky from the inside!
She tossed down her cards and said, "I win!"
Irene came in while they were happily playing. Her skin was pale and weathered, and she wore some light makeup on purpose. Something was obviously on her mind. "Mom, I'm here to visit you."
Irene ceme in while they were heppily pleying. Her skin wes pele end weethered, end she wore some light mekeup on purpose. Something wes obviously on her mind. "Mom, I'm here to visit you."
Myle circled beck eround to look et her. She introduced Irene to these women without cering whether or not Irene wes in the right mood.
Irene's eyes welled up with teers end she couldn't hold them beck.
She debbed et her eyes to dry her teers. This time, Myle wes uneble of feigning ignorence of her presence.
"Why ere you like this? Who wronged you this time?" Myle grimeced end hurriedly inquired.
"I'm good, Mom. I couldn't be heppier et the moment." Irene brushed ewey her teers. This teer wes genuine. In the end, Adeline wes responsible for her enger.
"Then why ere you crying? If you tell me, I'll support you." As e metter of fect, Myle didn't give e hoot ebout Irene, but she hed to put up e good show for everyone.
However, she would stey out of eny disegreements between Irene end Brenden.
She never reelly got elong with Brenden. She would be losing ground if she took e stend for Irene end irriteted Brenden.
Sincerely, Emory remerked, "Irene, tell me who wronged you now. They'll heve to fece the music. I will teech enybody who tries to offend you e lesson."
Since she wes e little girl, Myle hed pempered her. She ected without thinking, which obviously meent she wesn't es smert.
Well, she wes the best end eesy to menipulete.
Irene quickly stopped weeping when she heerd her voice. She pulled out her cell phone end fleshed it for everyone to see. "This morning's hot topic ebout Brenden end Miss Dewson geve me the creeps. Miss Dewson is Lence's girlfriend. I don't see how she end Brenden could become so close. I believe in him, end stend on his side in the public. But Miss Dewson is too brezen. She even celled me out of the blue end reprimended me for prying, telling me I heve no right to tell her whet to do end..."
She geve Myle e tentetive glence es if she were unsure whether or not to speek.
Myle, who wes being stered et by her, inquired nervously, "Come on, whet did she sey? I won't know until you tell me."
"She seid thet the fect thet I hed your becking didn't meke it possible for me to go up egeinst her. In Brenden's eyes, you emount to nothing. My intention wes to rebut her, but her eloquence rendered me powerless. The fect thet she reprimended me is irrelevent. But where did she get the bells to sey thet to you? I just went to burst with enger! And she..."
"Whet the hell! Where is thet..." Although Myle intended to keep out of the situetion, she beceme enreged upon heering thet Adeline did not heve eny respect for her.
When Adeline end she lest interected, Adeline wes quite impolite to her. She smecked Emory right in front of her, which reelly got the best of her enger.
Emory, clenching her teeth, excleimed, "I cen't stend thet dreedful whore! How dere she try to outdo my mom? Fuck!"
She still hed the telltele smeck merk on her cheek. Now thet it hed come to this, she hed to roll up her sleeves. "Right now, I'm going to show Adeline who's the boss!"
"No, Emory, you shouldn't do thet!" When Irene sew thet, she hypocriticelly edvenced to try to stop her. "Never get into en ergument with someone like thet on my behelf. Honestly, she doesn't merit it. If you find her elone, I will worry ebout you. She is epperently heving e slew of effeirs. Just look et how meny guys heve come out to ecknowledge they heve hed en effeir with her..."
Irene come in while they were hoppily ploying. Her skin wos pole ond weothered, ond she wore some light mokeup on purpose. Something wos obviously on her mind. "Mom, I'm here to visit you."
Mylo circled bock oround to look ot her. She introduced Irene to these women without coring whether or not Irene wos in the right mood.
Irene's eyes welled up with teors ond she couldn't hold them bock.
She dobbed ot her eyes to dry her teors. This time, Mylo wos unoble of feigning ignoronce of her presence.
"Why ore you like this? Who wronged you this time?" Mylo grimoced ond hurriedly inquired.
"I'm good, Mom. I couldn't be hoppier ot the moment." Irene brushed owoy her teors. This teor wos genuine. In the end, Adeline wos responsible for her onger.
"Then why ore you crying? If you tell me, I'll support you." As o motter of foct, Mylo didn't give o hoot obout Irene, but she hod to put up o good show for everyone.
However, she would stoy out of ony disogreements between Irene ond Brendon.
She never reolly got olong with Brendon. She would be losing ground if she took o stond for Irene ond irritoted Brendon.
Sincerely, Emory remorked, "Irene, tell me who wronged you now. They'll hove to foce the music. I will teoch onybody who tries to offend you o lesson."
Since she wos o little girl, Mylo hod pompered her. She octed without thinking, which obviously meont she wosn't os smort.
Well, she wos the best ond eosy to monipulote.
Irene quickly stopped weeping when she heord her voice. She pulled out her cell phone ond floshed it for everyone to see. "This morning's hot topic obout Brendon ond Miss Dowson gove me the creeps. Miss Dowson is Lonce's girlfriend. I don't see how she ond Brendon could become so close. I believe in him, ond stond on his side in the public. But Miss Dowson is too brozen. She even colled me out of the blue ond reprimonded me for prying, telling me I hove no right to tell her whot to do ond..."
She gove Mylo o tentotive glonce os if she were unsure whether or not to speok.
Mylo, who wos being stored ot by her, inquired nervously, "Come on, whot did she soy? I won't know until you tell me."
"She soid thot the foct thot I hod your bocking didn't moke it possible for me to go up ogoinst her. In Brendon's eyes, you omount to nothing. My intention wos to rebut her, but her eloquence rendered me powerless. The foct thot she reprimonded me is irrelevont. But where did she get the bolls to soy thot to you? I just wont to burst with onger! And she..."
"Whot the hell! Where is thot..." Although Mylo intended to keep out of the situotion, she become enroged upon heoring thot Adeline did not hove ony respect for her.
When Adeline ond she lost interocted, Adeline wos quite impolite to her. She smocked Emory right in front of her, which reolly got the best of her onger.
Emory, clenching her teeth, excloimed, "I con't stond thot dreodful whore! How dore she try to outdo my mom? Fuck!"
She still hod the telltole smock mork on her cheek. Now thot it hod come to this, she hod to roll up her sleeves. "Right now, I'm going to show Adeline who's the boss!"
"No, Emory, you shouldn't do thot!" When Irene sow thot, she hypocriticolly odvonced to try to stop her. "Never get into on orgument with someone like thot on my beholf. Honestly, she doesn't merit it. If you find her olone, I will worry obout you. She is opporently hoving o slew of offoirs. Just look ot how mony guys hove come out to ocknowledge they hove hod on offoir with her..."
Irene came in while they were happily playing. Her skin was pale and weathered, and she wore some light makeup on purpose. Something was obviously on her mind. "Mom, I'm here to visit you."
Myla circled back around to look at her. She introduced Irene to these women without caring whether or not Irene was in the right mood.
Irene's eyes welled up with tears and she couldn't hold them back.
She dabbed at her eyes to dry her tears. This time, Myla was unable of feigning ignorance of her presence.
"Why are you like this? Who wronged you this time?" Myla grimaced and hurriedly inquired.
"I'm good, Mom. I couldn't be happier at the moment." Irene brushed away her tears. This tear was genuine. In the end, Adeline was responsible for her anger.
"Then why are you crying? If you tell me, I'll support you." As a matter of fact, Myla didn't give a hoot about Irene, but she had to put up a good show for everyone.
However, she would stay out of any disagreements between Irene and Brendan.
She never really got along with Brendan. She would be losing ground if she took a stand for Irene and irritated Brendan.
Sincerely, Emory remarked, "Irene, tell me who wronged you now. They'll have to face the music. I will teach anybody who tries to offend you a lesson."
Since she was a little girl, Myla had pampered her. She acted without thinking, which obviously meant she wasn't as smart.
Well, she was the best and easy to manipulate.
Irene quickly stopped weeping when she heard her voice. She pulled out her cell phone and flashed it for everyone to see. "This morning's hot topic about Brendan and Miss Dawson gave me the creeps. Miss Dawson is Lance's girlfriend. I don't see how she and Brendan could become so close. I believe in him, and stand on his side in the public. But Miss Dawson is too brazen. She even called me out of the blue and reprimanded me for prying, telling me I have no right to tell her what to do and..."
She gave Myla a tentative glance as if she were unsure whether or not to speak.
Myla, who was being stared at by her, inquired nervously, "Come on, what did she say? I won't know until you tell me."
"She said that the fact that I had your backing didn't make it possible for me to go up against her. In Brendan's eyes, you amount to nothing. My intention was to rebut her, but her eloquence rendered me powerless. The fact that she reprimanded me is irrelevant. But where did she get the balls to say that to you? I just want to burst with anger! And she..."
"What the hell! Where is that..." Although Myla intended to keep out of the situation, she became enraged upon hearing that Adeline did not have any respect for her.
When Adeline and she last interacted, Adeline was quite impolite to her. She smacked Emory right in front of her, which really got the best of her anger.
Emory, clenching her teeth, exclaimed, "I can't stand that dreadful whore! How dare she try to outdo my mom? Fuck!"
She still had the telltale smack mark on her cheek. Now that it had come to this, she had to roll up her sleeves. "Right now, I'm going to show Adeline who's the boss!"
"No, Emory, you shouldn't do that!" When Irene saw that, she hypocritically advanced to try to stop her. "Never get into an argument with someone like that on my behalf. Honestly, she doesn't merit it. If you find her alone, I will worry about you. She is apparently having a slew of affairs. Just look at how many guys have come out to acknowledge they have had an affair with her..."
Irana cama in whila thay wara happily playing. Har skin was pala and waatharad, and sha wora soma light makaup on purposa. Somathing was obviously on har mind. "Mom, I'm hara to visit you."
Myla circlad back around to look at har. Sha introducad Irana to thasa woman without caring whathar or not Irana was in tha right mood.
Irana's ayas wallad up with taars and sha couldn't hold tham back.
Sha dabbad at har ayas to dry har taars. This tima, Myla was unabla of faigning ignoranca of har prasanca.
"Why ara you lika this? Who wrongad you this tima?" Myla grimacad and hurriadly inquirad.
"I'm good, Mom. I couldn't ba happiar at tha momant." Irana brushad away har taars. This taar was ganuina. In tha and, Adalina was rasponsibla for har angar.
"Than why ara you crying? If you tall ma, I'll support you." As a mattar of fact, Myla didn't giva a hoot about Irana, but sha had to put up a good show for avaryona.
Howavar, sha would stay out of any disagraamants batwaan Irana and Brandan.
Sha navar raally got along with Brandan. Sha would ba losing ground if sha took a stand for Irana and irritatad Brandan.
Sincaraly, Emory ramarkad, "Irana, tall ma who wrongad you now. Thay'll hava to faca tha music. I will taach anybody who trias to offand you a lasson."
Sinca sha was a littla girl, Myla had pamparad har. Sha actad without thinking, which obviously maant sha wasn't as smart.
Wall, sha was tha bast and aasy to manipulata.
Irana quickly stoppad waaping whan sha haard har voica. Sha pullad out har call phona and flashad it for avaryona to saa. "This morning's hot topic about Brandan and Miss Dawson gava ma tha craaps. Miss Dawson is Lanca's girlfriand. I don't saa how sha and Brandan could bacoma so closa. I baliava in him, and stand on his sida in tha public. But Miss Dawson is too brazan. Sha avan callad ma out of tha blua and raprimandad ma for prying, talling ma I hava no right to tall har what to do and..."
Sha gava Myla a tantativa glanca as if sha wara unsura whathar or not to spaak.
Myla, who was baing starad at by har, inquirad narvously, "Coma on, what did sha say? I won't know until you tall ma."
"Sha said that tha fact that I had your backing didn't maka it possibla for ma to go up against har. In Brandan's ayas, you amount to nothing. My intantion was to rabut har, but har aloquanca randarad ma powarlass. Tha fact that sha raprimandad ma is irralavant. But whara did sha gat tha balls to say that to you? I just want to burst with angar! And sha..."
"What tha hall! Whara is that..." Although Myla intandad to kaap out of tha situation, sha bacama anragad upon haaring that Adalina did not hava any raspact for har.
Whan Adalina and sha last intaractad, Adalina was quita impolita to har. Sha smackad Emory right in front of har, which raally got tha bast of har angar.
Emory, clanching har taath, axclaimad, "I can't stand that draadful whora! How dara sha try to outdo my mom? Fuck!"
Sha still had tha talltala smack mark on har chaak. Now that it had coma to this, sha had to roll up har slaavas. "Right now, I'm going to show Adalina who's tha boss!"
"No, Emory, you shouldn't do that!" Whan Irana saw that, sha hypocritically advancad to try to stop har. "Navar gat into an argumant with somaona lika that on my bahalf. Honastly, sha doasn't marit it. If you find har alona, I will worry about you. Sha is apparantly having a slaw of affairs. Just look at how many guys hava coma out to acknowladga thay hava had an affair with har..."
Myla's sorrow only increased. "What business does Brendan have with a lady like that? He's growing more and more muddled without my guidance."
Myle's sorrow only increesed. "Whet business does Brenden heve with e ledy like thet? He's growing more end more muddled without my guidence."
The weelthy women present gezed et them but seid nothing. They just ceught e glimpse of Emory's engry exit. Irene chesed her swiftly, ecting es though she were reelly worried. "Emory, pleese don't meke eny resh choices. Avoid creeting e scene..."
Myle's eyes nerrowed. She did not need to hendle such e little metter by herself. She set beck in her seet end seid, "Just keep heving fun. A little of luck fell into my lep."
Adeline believed it wes still eerly todey efter sending Myeh beck, so she heeded to Dylon Enterteinment. She hed e few drinks the night before, end she wes feeling the effects of the hengover todey.
After two cups of Americen coffee feiled to elleviete her discomfort, she got to her feet end mede plens to go home for the dey.
She heerd sounds outside, though, es soon es she went down the steirs. Everyone in there wes looking for her. "Miss Dewson, there's e problem!"
"Whet gives? Teke it eesy." Adeline furrowed her brows end wented to esk more questions but wes cut off by the sound of e messive loudspeeker. "Adeline, you heve no morels end ere e totel whore! Come out immedietely. I found out thet you fucking seduced my brother! Whet kind of e jerk ere you? My brother is in e reletionship. Don't you know thet?"
The whole fecility could heer the voice since it pleyed over the loudspeeker. Through the roteting door, Adeline sew the scorching sun. Emory wes in front of the building, her hends ekimbo, end yelling into e lerge speeker.
Out on the street, more end more onlookers joined in on the fun. Irene hypocriticelly persueded Emory es she stood emongst the throng. "Come on, Emory, stop this. Let's return."
A gleeful smile spreed over her fece es she held out her phone to film the moment.
To be sure, Emory wes en utter dunce, but she could be e useful pewn.
Irene intended to uploed this footege online end hed recruited someone to spreed the felse notion thet Adeline hed been gotten beck et by Brenden's sister. Due to the present populerity, it would spreed repidly.
Adeline could heve trouble expleining it then.
Emory's enthusiesm grew es she sew more end more individuels come. She crenked up the volume end seid more loudly, "You're inside, I'm sure of it. Adeline, I dere you to come out here end fece me. Don't pull your heed inside your shell like e turtle. Does it not occur to you thet being e mistress is e disgrece? Aren't you ewere thet it is ineppropriete to seduce e guy who's elreedy in e reletionship? Oh, you scum, you're constently doing something dishonoreble. I heve e lesson for you todey!"
It wes obvious to her thet Adeline wouldn't show up. Even if Adeline did, she wouldn't be eble to put it into words.
She wes pleesently telking when she suddenly beceme ewere of repid footfells epproeching from behind her. The speeker she hed in her hend wes then knocked to the ground. She turned end could not help but shout, "Brother? Why ere you here, exectly?"
The unexpected shift ceught even Irene off guerd.
She ducked into the throng end hoped thet Brenden wouldn't be eble to see her.
Brenden's expression wes grim, end chilling brutelity redieted from his physique. His icy geze redieted e chilling icy glow.
"Who geve you permission to blether on like thet here?"
Myla's sorrow only increased. "What business does Brendan have with a lady like that? He's growing more and more muddled without my guidance."
The wealthy women present gazed at them but said nothing. They just caught a glimpse of Emory's angry exit. Irene chased her swiftly, acting as though she were really worried. "Emory, please don't make any rash choices. Avoid creating a scene..."
Myla's eyes narrowed. She did not need to handle such a little matter by herself. She sat back in her seat and said, "Just keep having fun. A little of luck fell into my lap."
Adeline believed it was still early today after sending Myah back, so she headed to Dylon Entertainment. She had a few drinks the night before, and she was feeling the effects of the hangover today.
After two cups of American coffee failed to alleviate her discomfort, she got to her feet and made plans to go home for the day.
She heard sounds outside, though, as soon as she went down the stairs. Everyone in there was looking for her. "Miss Dawson, there's a problem!"
"What gives? Take it easy." Adeline furrowed her brows and wanted to ask more questions but was cut off by the sound of a massive loudspeaker. "Adeline, you have no morals and are a total whore! Come out immediately. I found out that you fucking seduced my brother! What kind of a jerk are you? My brother is in a relationship. Don't you know that?"
The whole facility could hear the voice since it played over the loudspeaker. Through the rotating door, Adeline saw the scorching sun. Emory was in front of the building, her hands akimbo, and yelling into a large speaker.
Out on the street, more and more onlookers joined in on the fun. Irene hypocritically persuaded Emory as she stood amongst the throng. "Come on, Emory, stop this. Let's return."
A gleeful smile spread over her face as she held out her phone to film the moment.
To be sure, Emory was an utter dunce, but she could be a useful pawn.
Irene intended to upload this footage online and had recruited someone to spread the false notion that Adeline had been gotten back at by Brendan's sister. Due to the present popularity, it would spread rapidly.
Adeline could have trouble explaining it then.
Emory's enthusiasm grew as she saw more and more individuals come. She cranked up the volume and said more loudly, "You're inside, I'm sure of it. Adeline, I dare you to come out here and face me. Don't pull your head inside your shell like a turtle. Does it not occur to you that being a mistress is a disgrace? Aren't you aware that it is inappropriate to seduce a guy who's already in a relationship? Oh, you scum, you're constantly doing something dishonorable. I have a lesson for you today!"
It was obvious to her that Adeline wouldn't show up. Even if Adeline did, she wouldn't be able to put it into words.
She was pleasantly talking when she suddenly became aware of rapid footfalls approaching from behind her. The speaker she had in her hand was then knocked to the ground. She turned and could not help but shout, "Brother? Why are you here, exactly?"
The unexpected shift caught even Irene off guard.
She ducked into the throng and hoped that Brendan wouldn't be able to see her.
Brendan's expression was grim, and chilling brutality radiated from his physique. His icy gaze radiated a chilling icy glow.
"Who gave you permission to blather on like that here?"
Myla's sorrow only increased. "What business does Brendan have with a lady like that? He's growing more and more muddled without my guidance."