Wendy Hanson’s heartbeat suddenly sped up, and amidst her palpitations, Emilia Goldsmith entered the room in an evening gown.
Upon seeing that the person who entered was Emilia Goldsmith, Wendy Hanson’s taut nerves relaxed, and her raised shoulders eased.
Emilia Goldsmith wore a champagne-colored evening gown today, with a strong drape of silk and a smooth cut with almost no redundant design. It was just a simple V-neck evening gown. But the simpler the cut and design, the more demanding it is of the wearer.
Emilia Goldsmith stands close to 170 cm, her curves are well-pronounced, and with her inherent regal and languid aura, she is able to carry off such a difficult-to-wear champagne-colored evening gown.
She paired it with a handbag of the sa color sche, the Prada Limited Edition Handbag enhancing the overall look, understated and luxurious.
Emilia Goldsmith walked in high heels, placed her handbag on the washstand next to Wendy Hanson, took out a lipstick from the purse, and began touching up her makeup in front of the mirror.
Wendy Hanson has a lukewarm relationship with her, and since Emilia Goldsmith didn’t take the initiative to greet her, she was lazy to exchange pleasantries with Emilia Goldsmith. She put away her own bag, turned off the faucet, and prepared to leave.
Before she stepped out, Emilia Goldsmith suddenly spoke while touching up her makeup in the mirror, "You gave Jacob Clark and Juliet Jordan the invitation, right?"
Wendy Hanson was startled, and quickly turned her head.
Emilia Goldsmith appeared unfazed by how shocking her words were, calmly sketching her lip line in the mirror, her exquisite features full of aggressiveness, dazzling and flamboyant in beauty, completely different from Wendy Hanson’s gentle deanor.
When she spoke, she didn’t even turn her head. If it weren’t for the fact that the restroom was currently only occupied by the two of them, Wendy Hanson wouldn’t be sure that Emilia Goldsmith had just been addressing her.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." She was hit by the secret she feared most currently, her heart montarily fluttered, she hurriedly gathered her things with a slightly pale face, intending to leave.
Emilia Goldsmith set down the lip liner she held and pulled out a Christain Louboutin Lipstick from her bag, glancing disdainfully at Wendy Hanson who wanted to escape, sneering lightly, "Tut tut, you really don’t know?"
Wendy Hanson was provoked by her attitude, stood still and coldly glared at her, "What do you an?"
"I an nothing, just curious." Emilia Goldsmith had no interest in Wendy Hanson, but with so few in this circle, Wendy counts as one among the socialites on the sa level as her. Among the few people in this circle, those who might have given Jacob Clark the invitation, beside Wendy, she couldn’t think of a second possibility, "I guess, you didn’t give Jacob Clark the invitation just to take this chance to ruin Enna Clark, and then seize the position of Madam Lawrence, did you?"
Being hit by the truth, Wendy Hanson’s pretty face subtly revealed a hint of fury and sha, she clenched her fist, and questioned Emilia Goldsmith vehently, "What exactly do you want to say!"
Observing her expression, Emilia Goldsmith could already confirm she guessed correctly, leisurely wiping her hands, the sarcasm in her eyes deepened, and she sneered loftily, "I don’t want to say anything, I just want to remind you. If you don’t want people to know, unless you do nothing about it! You did it, yet want to feign ignorance, haha, as if you think everyone else is an idiot. Actually, the only fool is yourself.
You think that simply denying could get you off the hook? Whether that invitation card was given by you, Baron Lawrence just needs to check and he’ll know. You better think about how to explain it."
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