Chapter 42


    Chapter 42 Guinevere’s gazended smugly on the expensive dress that Ste was donning. As if


    realization dawned upon her, she said, “Yvonne is generous indeed. Her family owns an haute couture


    production line, and the garments can’t be bought even if one has the money. She is a candid and


    righteous person, indeed. Making friends with people like her would save one a lot of trouble and bring


    many benefits.”


    Ste’s eves flickered as she turned towards Guinevere and said, “Sorry, but were you trying to hint it


    was me?”


    Guinevere was stunned, not expecting Ste to be so forting.


    She recovered from her minor shock and stepped forward suddenly, leaning in closer to Ste. “I’m just


    casually chatting with you and just made a passing remark on something about Yvonne that I just


    recalled. I didn’t expect you to wear that hat on yourself.” The smile on her face appeared genuine.


    “Don’t take to heart what I just said. I wasn’t referring to you. If what I said made you misunderstand, I


    apologize.” In the face of such criticism, Ste only felt likeughing.


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    She clenched her fists and released them. “There’s no need for an apology. I just hope you won’t say


    such misleading things in the future.”


    Guinevere’s face turned dark as she sneered and flung Ste’s arm away.


    Ste stepped forward, intending to leave, when she suddenly stopped in her tracks. “Ms. Cohen, I’m


    one who doesn’t like to beat around the bush. After all, I don’t know you, and it’s my first time seeing


    you. If you have any thoughts or opinions about me, please make them


    clear. I would be clueless as to how I have offended you otherwise.”


    Guinevere’s brows hitched as she said with surprise, “Why do you keep feeling like you’ve offended


    me?”


    She was actually implying that Ste wasn’t even fit to offend her in the first ce.


    Ste pursed her lips slightly. “I know that I resemble someone you used to know. Although I have no


    idea how much I look like her, the fact that Yvonne keeps talking about her tells me that we really look


    alike. I have no idea what grudges or back story you share with her, but pardon me, Ms. Cohen. I really


    don’t know you, and I suggest that you don’t vent the anger you have towards her on me. I will not take


    such unreasonable anger lying down.”


    Her tone was hasty but not perfunctory, as if she really wanted to draw a clear line between herself and


    that Ste Sealey of the past.


    It was a pity, though. Having dabbled in the entertainment circle for a good while, Guinevere wasn’t one


    to trust easily.


    Her eyes narrowed as a cold glint shed past her eyes. She maintained her proud stature, saying, “I


    did have some conflict with thatdy you resemble, but I wouldn’t exactly call it a grudge. She’s merely


    a woman overestimating herself in trying to seduce Weston. I can’t even quite remember what she


    looks like and only remembered that such a person existed when I saw you.”


    Her nails dug into her flesh as pain seared through her.


    Ste forced herself to remain calm. She looked on at Guinevere, trying hard to appear curious. “I see.


    What happened to thatdy in the end?”


    “What happened to her?”


    Guinevere dragged out her voice as if trying to recall the past. Eventually, she shook her head and


    smiled, “I think she failed in the end andmitted suicide by jumping off a building. It’s been almost a


    year since then, after all. I don’t really remember the details. Weston and I were helpless in all these.


    Women were throwing themselves on him, but she was the first tomit suicide over him.”


    Her brows furrowed as she exined, “I really don’t understand women these days. Why would they


    bother to get themselves involved with men who already have wives and families?”


    Guinevere kept her eyes fixed on Ste, trying to catch tell-tale signs. Ste remained unmoved and


    turned smilingly towards Guinevere and stared right back at her, “Yeah, why do such women exist?


    Why would they want to force an already married man to divorce and leave his wife?”


    Guinevere collected herself as if she had just remembered something. Back then, Ste was the one


    who was married to Weston.


    All things considered , she was the one who had gotten herself involved with a married man.


    Ste looked at the subtle change in Guinevere’s face and smiled. “There’s something that I still don’t


    understand. Why is it that at times, when it’s clearly the man at fault, women always like to shift the


    me on other women? Especially when they clearly know that the other party is innocent, women like


    to use other women of seducing their men and destroying them? Afterward, they would turn back to


    their men at fault in the first ce and be all lovey-dovey once again…”


    She straightened herself up and shook her head. “Not everyone is like you, Ms. Cohen. Not everyone


    thinks of Mr. Ford as a precious treasure.”