Cynthia Vaughn’s expression changed the moment Ann Vaughn appeared, her meticulously manicured nails almost dug into her palm in sheer hatred.
How on earth did this bitch manage to sneak into the cocktail party and even earn Mrs. Whitlock’s favor!
Clearly, she’d come to disrupt her peace!
"Cian, my sister is attending such a banquet for the first time, and I’m worried she’ll feel uncomfortable. I’ll go and accompany her," Cynthia Vaughn couldn’t hold back any longer and feigned delight as she spoke to Cyrus Hawthorne.
Seeing Cyrus nod, she lifted her skirt hem and walked towards Ann Vaughn.
Over there, due to Mrs. Whitlock’s remarks, Ann Vaughn easily integrated into this social circle, not facing the exclusion she had anticipated.
She vividly recalled at her high school graduation party, when those baseless rumors led some classmates to publicly smash cake onto her and verbally attack her.
Spreading rumors is easy, dispelling them is exhausting. Ann Vaughn found it hard to explain and felt a deep fear of such things.
Cynthia Vaughn’s sweet voice rang out as she quickly reached Ann Vaughn’s side, pretending to be intimate by linking arms with her, "Sister, I thought you were still mad at me and wouldn’t come."
The people around who just wanted to establish a good rapport with Ann Vaughn and gain recognition in front of the Whitlock Family exchanged glances.
Ann Vaughn’s face was unfamiliar to them. The wedding of Cyrus Hawthorne and Ann Vaughn was attended only by relatives, so simplistic it was shocking.
Everyone knew Ann Vaughn was not favored in the Hawthorne Family and had lost her reputation because of mixing with delinquents in high school, with quite a poor reputation. Marrying into the Hawthorne Family was quite a stroke of luck for her.
The continuous condescending and mocking looks from those around made Ann Vaughn’s face pale, her red lips gradually tightened.
She knew Cynthia Vaughn wouldn’t let her have peace.
"I heard she’s been slept with by many already. Having this kind of person at such a high-class cocktail party really pollutes the air."
"Isn’t it so? During high school, she messed around with a bunch of people. Who knows if she has any diseases? It’s best to stay away from her."
"Both are daughters of the Vaughn Family, one is well-educated and talented, why is the other just..."
"Didn’t Mrs. Whitlock say she’s The Divine Doctor? I bet she’s earned her reputation by sleeping around. Women like her, once they taste shortcuts, they won’t let go... Ah!"
The person hiding in the crowd, spouting dirty words, suddenly exclaimed in pain before finishing their sentence.
Ann Vaughn raised her eyes and saw Cyrus Hawthorne with one hand in his trouser pocket, the other hand twisting that person’s arm back, easily making them half kneel on the ground.
The agony was apparent from the person’s grimacing, twisted face.
"What did you just say?" Cyrus Hawthorne’s narrowed eyes hid a dangerous gleam, his thin lips forming a chilling curve, and his presence was so fierce that no one dared breathe loudly.
The originally lively venue suddenly fell into dead silence.
"I...it was just my loose tongue, President Hawthorne, I’ve realized my mistake, I’m sorry, please spare me—" The person’s arm was twisted to an extreme degree, seemingly about to be snapped. The source of thɪs content is ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet
Those who had just spoken derogatorily about Ann Vaughn had their expressions change multiple times, even more than the famous face-changing of Sichuan opera.
"Remember this, the wife of Cyrus Hawthorne is not for you to criticize." Cyrus Hawthorne’s voice was icy, carrying an intimidating aura, "Before you speak, you’d better measure whether you’re qualified."
No one dared to oppose him.