Chapter 150
Niamh’s voice was loud.
She was so loud that every guest in the surrounding area tuned to look.
“Elara!” she shouted, making a scene. “How could you use fake invitation to sneak in? You’re humiliating the Jones family!!
The man beside her, the one she had called Don, stepped forward, holding a tablet in his hands.
“This lady’s name is not on the quest list,” he announced dimly. “I need you to leave. Immediately.”
A ripple of whispers spread through the onlookers.
Elara remained unshaken. She tilted her head slightly, looking Don straight in the eye
“And you are?”
“I’m the banquet hall manager, Don Fullerton.”
He raised his tablet. His tone was absolute, leaving no room for argument.
“The guest list I have here does not include your name, Elara. If you refuse to leave on your own, I will have security escort you out.”
Elara stayed perfectly calm.
“First of all, I’m not a regular guest. I’m a VIP guest. If your list only contains corporate attendees, then, of course, I wouldn’t be on it.”
A slow, mocking smile stretched across Don’s lips.
“Oh, so you’re a “VIP guest,‘ huh? Then why aren’t you on my list? If you’re not listed, you have no right to be here.
He signaled two waiters forward.
They stepped behind Elara, their presence unmistakably meant as a warning.
“Ma’am, please come with us,” one of them said. “If you refuse to cooperate, forcibly remove you.”
We will
will have no choice but to
From across the room, Ethel smirked, watching the scene unfold with obvious satisfaction.
“The hotel entrance is swarming with reporters,” she said, feigning concern. “If she gets thrown out, she’ll be the laughingstock of Capitol.”
Then, with an exaggerated sigh, she clasped her hands together, tilting her head in mock sympathy.
“Actually. Perhaps we should be kind and let her stay.”
Elara narrowed her eyes.
Ethel smiled sweetly.
“Elara, just take a tray and serve us drinks. That should be acceptable, don’t you think?”
It
It was the perfect punishment. She was the woman who had dared to divorce Harvey. She was the woman who had stolen a Fisher heiress and changed her last name.
- 25 BONUS
Chapter 15
She needed to be reminded that she was nothing without them.
Tonight, Elara had two choices. She could either be humiliated by serving drinks like a lowly waitress. Or she could be physically thrown out in front of every single reporter outside.
Elara casually swirled the champagne in her glass, watching the golden bubbles rise to the surface.
Her gaze flicked toward Harvey, brushing over his face for the briefest moment.
Harvey stiffened slightly.
Was she… asking for his help?
Niamh’s grin widened, enjoying the moment.
“Hey, Don, maybe we should let Elara stay,” she suggested, pretending to be thoughtful.
Then, turning back to Elara, she added, “I mean, the Fisher family is so generous to you! Don’t you see? Even Mrs. Fisher is giving you an opportunity! Most of the servers here are young, in their early twenties. You should be grateful she’s letting, you work alongside them!”
Don hesitated. “I don’t know… letting her stay as staff isn’t exactly-”
“She can stay.”
The words came from Harvey.
Niamh’s smirk deepened.
“Elara, take a tray, stand by Mrs. Fisher’s side, and serve her well. That way, you won’t have to be thrown out.” Ethel, who usually had little patience for Niamh, suddenly found herself agreeing with the girl.
She lifted her champagne glass, her voice dripping with condescension.
“High–society events like this were never meant for you. Some places simply aren’t meant to be forced into. Do you understand?”
Elara chuckled, “My bad–I actually thought you were a decent person. But since you love being waited on so much, I hope you enjoy having someone spoon–feed you and wheel you around for the rest of your life.”
“Are you cursing me?” Ethel stiffened, her face twisting in outrage as she glared at Elara, eyes burning with fury.
