The servant nodded and then headed outside to summon Ruth.


    Despite being an A-lister, Ruth was still taken aback by the grandeur of the Fowler mansion. She didn’te to her senses until the servant called her name twice.


    As she followed the servant down the hall, she took note of how tasteful and Luxuriously decorated the ce was.


    At the end of the hall was a grand piano, and the hostess was ying it elegantly.


    Ruth came from an art college and had aplished a lot for her age, stereotyping all richdies like Rena to be ipetent girls who only knew how to y cards and socialize with other richdies. Thus, Rena’s skills came as a surprise to her.


    As Ruth stared, Rena sat perfectly upright, her Long brown hair draped over her slender back.


    Her visage disyed a slight flush with her straight nose. Her eyshes were thick and slightly upturned, entuating her ethereal beauty.


    Ruth gently touched her own hair, which was also brown, but it was nowhere near as nice as Rena’s natural hair color. In order to resemble Rena, she needed to dye her hair brown every two months.


    When she was about to say something, a servant came over and offered her a cup of tea.N?velDrama.Org exclusive content.


    Observing the expensive porcin cup, Ruth felt jealousy bubbling within her again.


    She envied such avish life.


    “Miss Gordon,” she called Rena through gritted teeth.


    Rena didn’t stop ying the piano, its enchanting melody echoing across the hall as Rena’s slender fingers danced across the ebony and ivory keys. Smiling, she remarked, “Miss Powell, you don’t even want to call me Mrs. Fowler? You must be hell-bent on snatching my husband.”


    Embarrassed, Ruth could say nothing more.


    Finally, Rena stopped ying and stood up. She walked over and sat opposite Ruth, gesturing at the servant. “Make me a cup of coffee. I haven’t had it in a while.”


    The servant immediately went to the kitchen to brew some fresh coffee for her hostess.


    When the coffee was served, Ruth looked at Rena coldly and demanded, “Mrs. Fowler, are you trying to warn me?”


    The scent of mellow coffee filled the air.


    Rena smiled. “Kind of. So, what can I do for you, Miss Powell?”


    Inexperienced as Ruth was, she blurted outright, “You must have heardst night’s gossip. So, I came here to ask you for a solution.”


    Rena’s grin widened slightly.


    After taking a sip of her coffee, she put down the cup and said, “Miss Powell, are you trying to say that my husband slept with you?”


    Ruth stiffened visibly.