Yvette Thompson was not very satisfied with her family background. When she was dating Vincent Lancaster, Vincent had taken her to meet Yvette once.
During the meal, Yvette kept a somber face, and the dinner was not enjoyable.
Later, she went to the restroom and unexpectedly overheard Yvette telling Vincent to break up with her, saying she wasn’t good enough for him.
Vincent told her firmly that he would persuade his mother to agree to their relationship. At that time, she was very moved and felt that Vincent was a responsible man.
Thinking back now, it seems rather laughable.
When Yvette saw Nina Sinclair, her expression quickly turned cold.
She raised her chin arrogantly and snorted, "Nina Sinclair, Vincent is about to get engaged to Sierra Sinclair. What are you doing chasing after him here?"
Upon hearing Yvette’s words, Nina immediately realized that she probably already knew about Vincent and Sierra being together and was just waiting for Vincent to kick her aside.
She replied coldly, "I’m not chasing after Vincent Lancaster."
Since that scumbag was going to get engaged to another woman, she had nothing to long for, let alone shamelessly chase after him.
"You call this not chasing?" Yvette retorted coldly.
They had just come to Veridia from Crestfall recently, and Nina followed them here. Wasn’t that clinging to Vincent?
Yvette gave Nina a disdainful glance, speaking sharply, "A pauper like you with no family background and a sickly mother is not worthy of Vincent. Sierra is the daughter-in-law I’m satisfied with!"
She crossed her arms and sneered, "I advise you to give up; you’re just a plaything for my son!"
Nina’s eyes were cold, and she laughed mockingly, "Then I wish your son and Sierra Sinclair to be tied together forever, barren and with a house full of children and grandchildren."
Sierra Sinclair had been her college roommate, and her family background was just middle-class.
She didn’t know how Sierra managed to win over Yvette, making Yvette particularly satisfied with her as a daughter-in-law. If she had told Yvette that her father was Byron Sinclair, perhaps everything would be different. Follow current novᴇls on NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt
But she had been at odds with Byron Sinclair for so long and had left the Sinclair family years ago. She had never thought of relying on him, and she would not do so now.
Nina had always thought that if she just worked a little harder, Yvette would agree to her being with Vincent. Now, she realized that she would never agree.
Fortunately, she never told Vincent about Byron Sinclair.
"Nina Sinclair, what nonsense are you spouting!" Yvette trembled with anger, her face twisted and pale.
Pale hands pressed on Yvette’s, and Sierra Sinclair said softly, "Mother-in-law, that’s just how Nina is, don’t stoop to her level."
The order from Yvette was also made by Sierra; she knew Yvette looked down on Nina, which is why she called her over, just to humiliate her.
As expected, Sierra slowly curved her lips.
"You’re right; with my status, I shouldn’t stoop to her level," Yvette scoffed.
Then, Yvette coldly ordered, "Nina Sinclair, leave Zenith immediately, or I’ll call security!"
Nina didn’t bother to respond to her.
She took out her phone from her pocket, and said in a businesslike manner, "Ms. Thompson, you ordered the mural from me a week ago, and we signed an online contract. If you breach it, the deposit is non-refundable."
Nina looked at Yvette and said leisurely, "Would you like to pay in cash, or use a payment app?"
"You!" Yvette was furious.
The price for a full mural wasn’t cheap. Although she could afford it, being coerced by Nina made her, who prided herself on her high status, very unhappy.
"Mother-in-law, since the order has already been placed, finding someone else will take time. We shouldn’t cancel it," Sierra advised from the side.
During college, she had long envied Nina. Even though they both came from poor backgrounds, Nina knew more, had better poise, and more guys liked her than liked Sierra.
Now that she had taken Vincent away, she finally triumphed over Nina.
Having Nina stay to paint would give her more chances to suppress and humiliate her.
Yvette frowned and demanded unkindly, "You better paint it well. If it’s not good, I’ll make you pay!"
"Don’t worry, my skills are excellent, I won’t disappoint you."
Having said that, Nina turned around and left immediately.
At this time, inside a parked Rolls-Royce by the roadside, a man behind the darkly tinted glass frowned, his face looking dark and unpleasant.
The earlier argument between Nina and Yvette had all reached his ears.