Chapter 173


    Denise didn’t want to argue with Jessie anymore. All she wanted was to change into a clean dress


    and watch Becky make a fool of herself.


    Jessie watched Denise’s back and sneered. “Let’s see who’ll make a fool out of herself!”


    She snorted coldly and made her way to Becky.


    Anita had led Becky into the VIP lounge that the Haynes family had specially arranged. She was


    told to wait for a moment and that the dress would be sent to her soon.


    Becky sat down on the sofa and said, “Thank you.”


    “Don’t mention it! The dress will be sent to you soon. I’ll leave you alone.”


    Anita excused herself. Becky leaned against the sofa and watched Anita’s retreating back, smiling.


    Soon, a knock sounded on the door. A waitress came in, dress in hands. “Miss Ramos. This for


    you.”


    Becky nodded. “Thank you.”


    The waitress put the dress down carefully and left. It wasn’t long before another knock sounded on


    the door.


    Knowing that it must be Jessie, Becky stood up and opened the door.


    As expected, Jessie burst in excitedly, saying, “Change your dress quickly! Let’s go downstairs and


    watch the good show!”


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    “Don’t worry. Let them wait.”


    Didn’t Denise and the other girls want tough at her?


    If she didn’t show up, they could only wait.


    However, Jessie was really looking forward to Denise reaping the fruits of her own actions, hence


    the persistence in urging Becky to change her dress.


    Becky finally obliged and put on her dress before following Jessie downstairs.


    Denise and Mara had been waiting for Becky and were excited to see her.


    Becky would be a joke in upper ss tonight.


    What if she was Steve’s daughter?


    From now on, every time Becky was mentioned, everyone would think of the “wonderful” scene that


    was about to take ce tonight.


    Denise watched Becky descend the stairs, her gaze following every step that Becky took.


    However, the dress didn’t split. Denise became anxious. She watched Becky walk farther and


    farther away, the dress still perfectly on her body. She frowned and turned to Mara. “Are you sure


    you fiddled with the dress?”


    Mara nodded. “Of course! I’m sure I’ve gotten everything done. The dress is probably of good


    quality, which is why the threads aren’t tearing immediately. But don’t worry. A good show is on the


    cards!”


    Denise decided to wait. But even after a few minutes, she didn’t see the dress split.


    Denise couldn’t wait any longer and said, “No, I have to do something!”


    It had been a couple of minutes since Becky hade downstairs. Mara wondered why there


    hadn’t been a wardrobe malfunction yet.


    Becky watched Denise make her way to her, a smile on her lips. She counted, “Three, two, one…”


    As if on cue, Denise froze.


    Mara was pulling at both sides of Denise’s dress, blocking her back.


    A light, tearing sound reverberated through the hall before Denise’s skirt fell off her body.