In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 70

Chapter 70 What a Coincidence

What a small world.

“I’m so happy you could come visit, Benjamin,” Yvonne’said gently. She tried to hold his hand, but he subtly dodged her.

“I saw some of my business partners. I’m going over to talk to them,” Benjamin said in a cold voice as he walked away.

Yvonne was very irked. It had been two months since she had been sent to Frenda, but Benjamin had never called her, not even once.

Now that he was finally here, she had wanted to spend some quality time with him, even if it was just for the sake of their baby.

After reluctantly watching Benjamin leave, she turned back. She was surprised to find Grace standing right in front of her.

There was a middle–aged woman who looked pretty despite her age standing next to Grace. With a smile, Yvonne tried to make her belly even more obvious and walked over as if Grace were the mistress, not her.

“Why do I keep bumping into you everywhere I go?” Yvonne asked.

Grace didn’t even look at her. “That’s my line.”

Yvonne gritted her teeth. “I don’t understand you. You were so happy to divorce Benjamin, yet you came all this way just to bother him. You’re like a ghos

Hestia turned to Grace and asked, “Is she the mistress who ruined your marriage, Gracie?”

“Watch your mouth, old lady.”

Hestia had never been called an old lady before, and that made her want to laugh. “Do I look that old, Gracie?”

As the founder of ME Group, a luxury makeup company, Hestia held all the secrets to aging gracefully and used them to her advantage.

Usually, she looked young enough that people would call her “Ms. Riley“. Who knew that she would be insulted like this today?

“You’re gorgeous, Aunt Hestia. She just has a potty mouth, that’s all,” Grace said coolly with a nonchalant smile.

“To me, Benjamin is a piece of trash that even recycling centers would reject. I don’t know what you’re worried about,” she added.

“Why, you!” Yvonne’s tone turned cold and hostile.

Grace, however, was still looking at the exhibition. “We’re in public, so I’ll cut you some slack. Leave right away, and I just might spare you.”

“No. It’s not like your family owns this exhibition, anyway.” Yvonne chose violence over peace.

“What a coincidence. We do, in fact, own this exhibition.” Hestia stepped forward, looking at Yvonne with narrowed eyes.

“You’re joking. This is a high–end photography exhibition for the elite, filled with Sunny’s works of art. How can it be owned by two nobodies like you?”

Yvonne walked closer, disdain in her eyes. “I heard you were just an orphan in Pamore. It’s good enough that you managed to become Benjamin’s secretary.

“But pretending to be someone important? Don’t make me laugh!” she said..

Yvonne had investigated Grace ages ago, and she knew the latter was just an orphan from the countryside. Why was she even insisting that both her pa

Hestia was so angered by Yvonne’s words that all the warmth drained from her face. “Say that again. I dare you.”

Grace grabbed Hestia’s arm. “Aunt Hestia, don’t let someone like her ruin your mood. Let’s go.

She didn’t want Hestia to ruin her reputation for grace and elegance because of Yvonne. After all, why would anyone argue with a b*tch?

However, Hestia couldn’t let it slide. She could handle Yvonne calling her an old lady, but she refused to let her call Grace an orphan. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Yvonne smiled shamelessly when she noticed the old lady was getting mad. you trying to stand up for her now?

Am I wrong? Are

“She’s just a whore who briefly secured a rich man’s favor. A penniless aunt like you only got to travel overseas because of that.

“Please, take some more pictures of the exhibition. You’ll be able to show them off when you get back to your little village.”

Hestia couldn’t take it anymore. “Apologize!” she roared, several times louder than usual.

“Never!” Yvonne wasn’t afraid of her at all. “You uncivilized people raised a woman just as uncivilized as you are!”

Hestia reached her breaking point. She grabbed Yvonne’s collar before slapping her quickly and forcefully.