Chapter 150
“You came to a restaurant–shouldn’t you be focused on your own plate instead of judging people’s clothes? Looks like no amount of fine cuisine can shut that filthy mouth of yours, and all this elegant décor still can’t elevate your tacky taste.”
And with that, she tossed her card onto the table.
“Excuse me,” she said to a nearby waiter. “Sorry, my sister’s been spouting nonsense. She probably can’t afford to eat here. Can you give her the menu and let her order all your signature dishes?
Just make sure she’s full–don’t let her embarrass our family in a place like this.”
Hearing what she said, Melanie was livid. It was Carol and Sharon who dressed plain, but Gwyneth made Melanie look like the real loser here.
She opened her mouth to fight back–but behind her, some of the socialites were already giggling. Her cheeks flushed bright red.
As the mocking stares around her grew, she finally realized she was the one being looked down on.
“You–I’m telling Dad about this!” Melanie huffed, then turned and fled.
Gwyneth let out a long sigh. “Seriously? Can she not function without her parents? And to think Dad spoils her like some precious gem, dragging her around every day without going deaf…”
She turned around only to see Carol and Sharon staring at her with sparkling eyes. Gwyneth tilted her head, confused. “What? Why are you two looking at me like that?”
Sharon was the first to speak. “Oh my god. That card toss? Iconic. I want to make that kind of money too–just to slap it in the face of people I can’t stand.”
“For real. After what you said, even the dirt on my pants feels high–class now.” Carol practically lunged at her.
Gwyneth twitched at the corner of her mouth and gently pushed Carol’s face away. “Dirt still needs to be washed off, you know.”
“Alright. You’re the best, Gwyneth.” Carol just kept cuddling up to her.
The three of them enjoyed a lovely dinner together.
After the meal, Gwyneth dropped Carol and Sharon off at their homes, then swung by the supermarket to pick up some cat food and canned treats.
Once home, she brought out the little ceramic bowl she’d made earlier and filled it with water and food for Coco. The kitten meowed excitedly and rubbed against her legs affectionately.
Gwyneth was in a great mood. She took out two ceramic mugs and placed them on the cabinet by the entryway.
Harrison had given her a Rolls–Royce Cullinan, and all she’d given him in return was a small ceramic pendant–that hardly seemed enough.
These two mugs were the best pieces from her most recent kiln firing. Gwyneth had made up her mind to give them to Harrison as a gift once he got back.
While mulling it over, she went about tidying up the house. Just as she was coming back upstairs after taking out the trash, her phone rang. It was Elowen.
“Everyone loved your score,” Elowen said excitedly.
“Really?” Gwyneth hadn’t even closed the door yet and was already chatting away in the entryway.
Elowen was practically bouncing with joy, and Gwyneth was equally thrilled that her music would be performed. The two of them chatted happily until someone pulled Elowen away and the call ended.
Gwyneth was about to check if Coco liked the new food, but when she looked down–Coco was gone.
“Coco?” She hurried around the house, checking every spot the little kitten could’ve squeezed into, but Coco was nowhere to be found.
Then she noticed the front door had been left open. Her heart dropped. Coco must’ve gotten out. Still in her loungewear, Gwyneth rushed out the door and into the elevator.
But the moment the doors opened, she crashed right into Harrison’s chest.
With a quiet grunt, he caught her instinctively, one strong arm wrapped firmly around her waist. His low, husky voice rumbled above her head.
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