The Darling of the Paranoid Tycoon by Cheryl Rice

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 A Slap in the Face

Some sharp-eyed guests recognized her as the infamous simpleton of Meawood City. They exclaimed

in disbelief, “Oh my, is that Harriet?”

The collective gasp and shock from the guests were palpable.

‘Harriet? That simpleton?

‘The notorious girl, who always paints her face deathly white and adorns herself with gaudy

accessories? The one who believes that she is a celestial being?’

No one knew that when Harriet dressed up, she looked so stunning.

“Come on, you call that beautiful? Just wait until you see her sister, Nora, the top beauty in Meawood

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City,” someone scoffed.

Nora’s adorers echoed his words.

However, when Nora, dressed in a maid’s outfit, came in afterwards, those people felt as though they

had been slapped in the face.

It was especially true for those who had just praised Nora as a rare beauty Meawood City hadn’t seen

for a decade.

How could such a woman, dressed so plainly and untidily, be considered the most beautiful woman in

Meawood City?

“The most beautiful woman in Meawood City? What a joke!” someone said.

“Ha-ha, she can’t even be compared to Harriet. The gap in their beauty is huge.”

The shift in public opinion and the harsh ridicule toward Nora didn’t stir any feelings in Harriet’s heart.

She was anxiously searching for Delbert in the crowd.

She was afraid that after last night’s happening, he wouldn’t come to this engagement party.

What if Delbert, in this lifetime, didn’t want to marry her?

Nora fumed with anger, her knuckles turning white and her nails digging into the flesh of her palms.

‘Damn it!’ she cursed inwardly. ‘I have been played by a fool. This is not over!’

She thought for a moment and sneered.

‘Harriet, a fool like you deserves to make a spectacle of yourself.’

With a plan in mind, Nora picked up a glass of brandy and walked toward the girl in the spotlight.

She intended to pour the alcohol all over Harriet’s dress.

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The thin dress, once wet, would be revealing.

She would take some pictures and have the paparazzi post them online to discredit Harriet.

Nora couldn’t disguise the triumphant smile on her face.

She drew closer and closer.

But Harriet noticed when she was within a foot’s distance.

‘This woman is bold enough to plot against me.’

A silver needle gleamed between her fingers, ready to dart out at any second.

At the critical moment, a big hand reached over, wrapped around her waist, and pulled her backward.

The silver hem of her long dress traced a graceful curve in the air, and the needle flew out.

A commotion broke out, piercing through the banquet hall.

The sound of shattering glass echoed, followed by the scream of a woman.

Harriet turned around, only to see…