Chapter 855


    Missus Everly cast a cold nce at Cece and remarked disdainfully, “Ill-mannered wench, who gave


    you the right to speak here? Birds of a feather, indeed! People of a certain kind always gravitate toward


    their kind.”


    Cece had never encountered someone so unreasonable before, and she flushed in rage. She was


    about to confront Missus Everly when Vicky restrained her.


    Vicky gazed calmly at Missus Everly. “The upbringing of people who constantly call others ‘ill-


    mannered’ is hardly exemry. Missus Hart was right. People who don’t have a mother won’t know a


    thing about manners, but having a mother devoid of refinement can hardly raise a good daughter


    either.”


    The expressions of the three women immediately darkened.


    Valencia sarcastically chimed in, “I heard Ms. Shaw has lost her memory. It seems deceiving men is


    another skill in her arsenal.”


    Missus Everlyughed coldly. “Aria, you should learn a thing or two from her. When it’s time for a


    woman to feign vulnerability, she must learn to do so. Otherwise, how else can she capture a man’s


    heart?”


    Vicky nced at Valencia and said, “Missus Hart, just because I figured who you are, doesn’t mean I’m


    faking my amnesia. Sometimes, it’s best to use not just your eyes, but your brain as well to look at


    matters.”


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    “Outrageous!” Valencia grew furious. She could not help but notice Vicky’s subtle mockery, implying


    that shecked intelligence. “Who do you think you are to lecture me?!” she retorted.


    Missus Everly, with a chilly tone, interjected, “She figured out who we are and still acts so impolitely.


    This truly goes against all propriety. After all, she should be addressing you as ‘mother’… Missus Hart,


    how unfortunate it is that Tyler has married such a woman. This is going to bring great misfortune upon


    your household.”


    Missus Everly’s remark hurt Valencia’s pride.


    She stared at Vicky and roared, “Kneel!”


    Cece, though slow to realize what was happening, finally realized what was wrong.


    ‘So…one of these twodies is Vicky’s mother-inw?’ she thought and gaped at Valencia. ‘What year


    does she think we are in? Who’d ask another person to kneel?’


    Despite feeling sorry for Vicky, Cece knew that this was a family matter and stood wordlessly by Vicky’s


    side.


    Vicky remained calm. “Sorry, but I’m not your servant. You can’tmand me to do anything.”


    Valencia was used to being obeyed at home as she had a husband and son who loved her. Rage


    coursed through her veins at the thought that her authority was being challenged by whom she


    considered a lowly woman.


    The more enraged she was, the harder she tried to hide it and maintainedposure.


    “Since you know who I am, that saves me the time to introduce myself.” Valencia looked down at Vicky.


    “I need to speak with you in person, Ms. Shaw.”


    Vicky knew that she could not escape and nodded.


    At that moment, she was grateful for the warning she received from Old Mister Hart.


    Just as she was about to leave with Valencia, her phone rang, and she immediately said to Valencia,


    “Sorry, Missus Hart. I need to take a phone call.”


    She walked over to a corner and answered the call from the mysterious man. “Sir?”


    “Vicky, don’t go with her,” the man said in a low voice.


    She lifted an eyebrow. “Her? Who?”


    “Missus Hart.”


    Surprised, she asked, “Why not?”


    “Don’t ask why, just do it. Also, get out of that event hall right now.”


    Vicky wanted to ask more about it, but the call ended instantly.