Chapter 418
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She turned to Fay and Sabine and continued, “You have taken classes to make yourselves look like you are from refined families, right? The whole point of those classes is putting on an act. But let’s be real. You couldn’t even pass the basics. You don’t carry yourselves like socialites. Real ones wouldn’t be so clueless about how to handle bluefin tuna.”
After a pause, she added, “The truth stings, doesn’t it? You really think these rich playboys are looking for love? They collect women like watches. So ask yourselves: are you the one they’ll keep, or just something they wear for show? Deep down, you already know the answer.”
Sabine and Fay froze for a moment, then their expressions twisted with rage. Yet no rebuttal came. Brenna had been right. The etiquette classes, the polished manners, and the carefully crafted charm were all aimed at one thing: marrying into wealth.
Sabine had been so close to that goal, yet Ernst kept delaying the matter of marriage.
Fay’s nails dug into her palms. Jayceon barely looked at her anymore. His attention was on Ellie and her son.
Both women seethed.
Brenna then turned to Isabella. “Isabella, wasn’t your wardrobe malfunction at my party a little revealing? You were an A-cup then. But now, at least a D. Impressive work. Tell me, does Denis appreciate the upgrade?”
Isabella’s grip on the knife tightened until her knuckles turned white. “One more word, and I’ll carve that smirk off your face.”
Brenna barely glanced at the blade, its edge glinting. “You won’t. You don’t have it in you to do something like that.”
The calmness in her voice cut deeper than any knife.
Isabella snorted and slammed the knife onto the table. It was true. She didn’t have it in her.
As she turned, she caught Sabine and Fay staring at her chest, curiosity written all over their faces.
gⲁ𝗅𝓝𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰0𝗺; 𝓤𝓹𝗅𝗼𝗮𝓭 𝗦𝓞𝓤𝗍𝗍
She snapped, “What are you looking at? Look away!”
The two quickly averted their eyes. Sabine cleared her throat and took the initiative to change the subject. “Let’s make something for Miss Hewitt. I’m just not sure what she likes.”
Fay nodded quickly, eager to move on from the earlier topic. “We can grill a few of everything for her. That should cover it.”
The yacht spanned 126 meters. Its three-tiered decks rose cleanly above the waves.
The top deck was expansive. Ethan and the others settled into plush sofas arranged in a wide circle. Each leaned back with ease, their arms draped along the cushions, a display of dominance.
Across from them, Jade sat alone.
Except for Denis, the men looked cold. Jayceon and Ernst occupied adjacent seats, their legs crossed with practiced ease. When Ernst pulled out his cigarette case, he offered cigarettes to Jayceon and Ethan, ignoring Denis.
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