Chapter 133


    “Xanthea sure has guts to ssh wine on Ms. Marlowe. No wonder she’s Mr. Lockwood’s woman!”


    “Ms. Marlowe might be the gem of the Marlowe family, but Xanthea is the heiress of the Nightshade


    Group. They’re both high and mighty, so neither is going to let the other get the upper hand!”


    “You’re thinking too much. With Mr. Lockwood backing Xanthea, it’s not just about sshing wine on


    Ms. Marlowe. Even if Xanthea pped her, the Marlowe family wouldn’t dare start a feud with the


    Lockwood Group over it. Let’s just enjoy the show.”


    After being cooped up in the car all day, Xanthea had hoped to unwind at the party but ended up


    bing the center of gossip thanks to Queenie’s drama. Just sitting there, she could feel the eyes


    and hear the whispers all around.


    Feeling fed up, Xanthea stood and walked towards the serene woods behind the mansion.


    “Ms. Marlowe, what happened to you?”


    At the mansion’s fourth floor, by the elevator, the butler was shocked to see a disheveled Queenie


    rushing toward the study.


    Queenie, tears streaming down her face, eximed, “Louis, I need to find Ori. I have something


    important to tell him!”


    “Mr. Lockwood and Mr. Marlowe are discussing important matters in the study with Mr. Anthony. You


    can’t go in now. Wait until they are done.”


    “No, I need to see Ori now! He can’t be deceived by that wench any longer.”


    Louis frowned, seeing that Queenie wasn’t listening and signaled to nearby servants. They quickly


    approached and gently but firmly pulled her away from the fourth floor.


    “When will she ever learn?”


    “Let me go! Let me go!”


    “Can’t you see that wench drenched me in wine? Am I not the youngdy of the Marlowe family, or is


    she?” “Why are you all siding with her against me!”


    Queenie screamed hysterically, on the verge of a breakdown. A servant, who was usually friendly with


    her, hurried over, “Miss Queenie, please stop crying. You’re only punishing yourself for someone else’s


    mistakes.”


    “Yes, exact


    Queenie thought, “It was all that floozy’s fault, deceiving Ori, ndering him. Once I handed all the


    evidence to Ori, that girl would regret her actions. But having just been insulted and sshed wine,


    Queenie felt she couldn’t let it go; she had her pride as a Marlowe.


    Biting her lip, Queenie looked at the servant beside her, a n forming in her mind. “Linda, I need you


    to do something for me


    Xanthea strolled deeper into the forest, enjoying the fresh air and beautiful scenery, which lightened her


    mood.


    Chapter 133


    The woods were alive with colorful flowers and chirping birds, and yful little animals scampered


    about. She had pocketed some snacks from the party and now sprinkled them on the ground, attracting


    a group of fluffy–tailed squirrels.


    “How adorable,” she murmured, squatting down to touch a squirrel’s tail when she heard someone


    calling, “Ms. Nightshade, Ms. Nightshade?”


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    Turning around, she saw an unfamiliar woman, dressed in the Marlowe family’s uniform.


    “I’m here.”


    Linda caught up, smiling broadly when she saw Xanthea, “Oh, Ms. Nightshade, I’m so d I found


    you!”


    “Is there something I