Chapter 714
Maggie was always known to be a bit of a ditz, but when a couple of doctored photos suggested she was cozying up to someone she shouldn't, she actually stormed the film set and gave Yolanda a piece of her mind. Honestly, at her age, you'd think she'd have a bit more sense.
"People like Maggie, all puffy and past their prime, should just stay home and embrace being a frumpy housewife. Poor Mr. Davis ended up with her, a real nouveau riche nightmare."
"That's why Mr. Davis is all over our Jane, isn't he? She's been carrying for over six months now. Once the baby arrives and he makes it official with her, we really owe Margaret a big thank you." As they chatted, a woman in maternity wear, clearly showing, stood up with a glass of milk in her hand, toasting to Margaret.
"Ms. Miller, I can't drink with the baby on the way, so here's to you with milk. If it weren't for you setting Yolanda up to take the fall, I might have been caught out. Mrs. Davis is ruthless, but you, Ms. Miller, you're a lifesaver for me and my baby."
Margaret raised her glass with a smug smile, "Oh, there's no need for formalities when you're one of us, a star under the Glory Media banner. I'm just looking out for you. Please, have a seat."
Maggie's real name was Mrs. Davis.
Hearing these words and seeing the disdainful looks and sneers from those in the private room, Mrs. Davis realized the truth.
She was merely a pawn for Margaret. Yolanda wasn't Charles's mistress; the real mistress was Jane, a rising star under Margaret's management at Glory Media.
What infuriated her was that Jane dared to carry her husband's child and hoped to be legitimized after giving birth.
Though the Davis family might have been upstarts, the Bright family were significant stakeholders in Glory Media, and Margaret always
seemed so cheerful around bl net
calling her "Maggie" with apparent fondness.
Yet behind her back, Margaret was a double-dealer.
Furious and trembling, Mrs. Davis stood up abruptly and called out.
"Follow me!"
She and her four bodyguards made a beeline for the exit. Lizetta and Yolanda exchanged glances and smiled at each other, eager to witness the drama.
"Come on, let's head over. We can't miss such a juicy scene," Lizetta said, pulling Yolanda along. They wanted to document this moment for posterity.
Lizetta had just spotted Stella in a live video, sitting quietly on the side. The grudge she harbored against Stella, for the physical altercation at the West family gathering, was still fresh.
Lizetta couldn't forget how her friend Daisy suffered, how Remington defended the West family and tried to smooth things over.
Back in town, Lizetta wasn't just there to support Yolanda; she was determined to uncover the truth and seek justice for Daisy.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
Meanwhile, in the most secluded
and luxurious private room of the club, Remington and Cassius were drinking, both clearly in a foul mood. Remington couldn't help but associate Cassius with his own troubles, including Lizetta's disdain due to their association.
Surrounded by a chilly aura, Remington downed a shot of tequila and kicked Cassius under the table.
"Get the mess with Yolanda cleaned up online, ASAP!"