Chapter <b>60</b>
“Miss Fox, this shop is yours, and you shouldn’t worry about managing it–I will handle that for you. Even if she holds the contract, it will have no effect. You are the only one who has the authority to make decisions here!” Wilmot stated with a fervent conviction.
“L… Melody appeared utterly terrified, shaking her <b>head </b><b>back </b>and forth repeatedly. “Let’s just drop it, better to let it go…”
Seeing Melody in <b>such </b>a state of fear, Wilmo became <b>even </b>more convinced that the contract must have been forcibly <b>taken </b>by her stepmother.
He firmly grasped Melody’s hand, reassuringly stating, “Miss Fox If you are too scared, I will personally apany you to
retrieve it!”
Although not particrly powerful or influential, Wilmot, equipped with his exceptional skills in makeup and styling and his extensivework, felt vastly superior to the Fox family and more than capable of confronting them.
The situation caught the attention of <b>several </b>high–societydies, who exchanged knowing <b>nces </b>and suggested, “We are actually on our way to the Fox residence 100. We can escort you there,”
Without waiting for a reply, they took Wilmot and Melody with them and promptly left the building.
Melody, hesitantlypliant, signaled subtly to the driver who had been waiting at the mall entrance as they walked out. Confused by the situation but catching the cue from Melody’s eyes, the driver did note over to greet them but instead started the car and followed them discreetly.
Upon arriving at the Fox residence, the driver then discreetly departed the <b>scene</b>.
At the entrance, Wilmot did <b>not </b>forget to offer words offort “Miss Fox, do not be frightened. I am here with you. <b>Your </b>stepmother cannot harm you; what is rightfully yours will remam yours.”
Melody nodded meekly, emitting a soft hum in agreement.
This submissive demeanor deeply troubled the observingdies who couldn’t help but shake their heads at the sight. What Ynda had done was indeed too much!
In their social circle, having a stepmother wasmon, but none exhibited <b>bias </b><b>as </b>tantly as Ynda.
She was foolish, malicious, and utterly petty!
“Miss Fox, do not fret. <b>We </b><b>will </b>also advocate on your behalf.”
“Thank <b>you</b>, truly, thank you…” After expressing her gratitude, they rang the doorbell to the Fox residence,
The butler, who opened the door, did not recognize Wilmot but did recognize the prominentdies. Hepletely overlooked Melody and enthusiastically weed thedies with a gesture.
Once again, thedies shook their heads at this, pitying Melody for the disdainful treatment she received even from her own household staff.
This further affirmed Wilmot and thedies‘ resolve to support Melody in her quest for justice.
Leading them through to the hall, the butler showcased the grandeur of the Fox residence.
The hall buzzed with guests, with Mabel captivating <b>everyone’s </b>attention in the center.
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Mabel’s eyes, entuated with refined makeup and dramatically curledshes, shimmered like sparkling diamonds.This content belongs to N?/velDra/ma.Org .
She wore a délicate light blue silk satin evening gown, elegantly embellished with Swarovski crystals. Although the crystals themselves were inexpensive, the total ensemble was valued at no <b>less </b>than five million.
Despite the dwindling fortunes of the Fox family, Mabel spared no expense on her appearance, consistently choosing only the finest.
Her mere presence was enough to draw all eyes to her<b>, </b>creating subtle ripples of admiration and envy amongst the guests. Mabel relished <b>the nces</b>, both admiring <b>and </b>jealous, from the crowd, feeling a surge of pride swell within her.
See, she was the one truly worthy of Ulric Swanson’s attention; as for that monstrosity, Melody… well, she was simply out of her league!
Even if Melody had briefly outshone others at the tea room yesterday and <b>had </bter been taken to meet the elder Mrs. Swanson by her grandmother, it mattered little.
Mabel knew that leveraging her inherent beauty was enough to keep Melody beneath her.
After a night of scolding from Ynda, Mabel had adjusted her mindset and now carried herself with the grace and poise of a <b>leading </b>socialite,
<b>Ynda </b>watched her daughter with a mixture of pride and smug satisfaction.
The guests did <b>not </b>hold back theirpliments.
“She truly is Silveke’s top socialite, Miss Fox, you are absolutely stunning!”
“Miss Fox could turn even a sack into a trendsetter; she is a born fashion icon.”
“Ynda, you are blessed to have such a beautiful daughter!”
Despite her internal pride, Ynda maintained a facade of humility.
“Oh, it’s nothing really. This child can be quite the little madam at times; sometimes she’s as stubborn as a mule, and there’s no stopping her!”
“Oh, all youngdies are like that! Mabel is already so understanding and well–mannered.”
Ynda smiled, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed pride. She offhandedly remarked, “Melody went out early today: I wonder why she <b>hasn’t </b>returned yet. That child, oh…
“Are you referring to your stepdaughter? That child is indeed… quite a handful!”
Ynda and Mabel’s <b>sense </b>of superiority intensified.
Compared to Melody, Mabel was akin to a celestial being, while Melody was nothing more than a despised insect, utterly iparable!
The crowd continued to shower Mabel with attention,pletely oblivious to Melody’s quiet entrance.
-Melody observed everything with a stoic expression, her inner calm undisturbed.
In her previous life, it had always been this way: whenever she gained recognition through the skills learned from her master, Ynda would invariably <b>host </b><b>a </b>gathering the following day, inviting friends and family to ridicule her for her unattractive appearance<b>, </b>all to elevate Mabel.
This <b>was </b>precisely why she <b>had </b>made a special trip to the styling salon.
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Previously, she had endured constant mistreatment; this time around, she was determined not to suffer any longer.
Ynda had indeed lived up to her expectations by inviting numerous notable figures to “admire her supposed
unattractiveness.
In a fleeting moment, Melody turned towards Wilmot with a look of difort.
“Mr. Sherman…
She was reluctant to exploit anyone, but circumstances dictated that she seize this opportunity to reim what was rightfully hers!
As for Wilmot, she intended to offer him an apology once the matter was resolved.
Her appearance of vulnerability only fueled Wilmot’s indignation.
He advanced a step, deliberately elevating his <b>voice</b>. “Miss Mabels beauty is truly breathtaking!”
This promation effectively diverted the attention of Ynda and Mabel towards him.
The guests also instinctively turned <b>their </b>gaze <b>towards </b>Wilmot and Melody.
Ynda <b>was </b>quick to notice the unusual tone in Wilmor’s <b>voice</b>; she had not invited him to their home, yet here he was, unexpectedly appearing alongside Melody, possibly signaling impending trouble…
Mabel’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly remembering the contract her mother had seized from Melody.
Mabel’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly remembering the contract her mother had seized from Melody.
Ynda furrowed her brows deeply, choosing to disregard Wilmot’s remarks, and quickly approached Melody. With a firm grip, she pulled her <b>aside </b>and whispered <b>in </b>a stern, low tone, “Melody! What kind of game do you think you’re ying here!
“Ynda, what are you referring to? I’m afraid I don’t quite understand, Melody responded, her head gently shaking as she portrayed an image of bewildered innocence, her face a perfect depiction of confusion.
The onlookers, witnessing <b>this </b>exchange, exhibited expressions of surprise and curiosity. The sudden tension between the stepmother and stepdaughter piqued their interest, drawing murmurs from the crowd.
However, Ynda, standing intimately close to Melody, could discern <b>that </b>the supposed confusion on Melody’s face was nothing but a shallow fa?ade. She knew her stepdaughter better <b>than </b>anyone else could.
Because a closer look would reveal the sarcasm hidden deep within Melody’s eyes, as if she and Mabel were merely two jesters in <b>a </b>farcical y.
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