“Then do what my wife says.”
Matthew Grant took off the suit he was wearing and wrapped it around Blanca Roach, not parting with a single extra look to the person across the table.
“Go change your clothes first, you’ll get sick in wet clothes.”
“Okay.”
Shelly watched the two of them leave, her heart burning with anger and hatred, almost burning her out.
Why should Blanca Roach be able to pamper herself in front of Matthew Grant, why should she be able to get Matthew Grant’s love and care, when this position should have been hers originally!
If someone doesn’t know any better, don’t blame her for being ruthless!
Blanca Roach followed Matthew Grant to the banquet lounge, not saying much on the way, just looking down at the road.
Matthew Grant took a look at her, his gaze sunken, reached out and took her by the shoulders, easing his voice.
“What? Not relieved? If you like this dress, we’ll have another one custom-made and have them expedited from France.”
“What’s this dress got to do with it?”
Blanca Roach nudged him, turned her head to the other side, and deflated, “It’s not your rotten luck.”
Matthew Grant sighed and took her hand into his palm with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
“I told you, I have nothing to do with her, madam you are trying to add to the crime.”
Blanca Roach let out a soft laugh at Matthew Grant’s tone and broke away from his arms, pushing him outward with a prodding mouth.
“Get out of here, I need to get changed.”
Matthew Grant was unmoved, leaning back on the sofa in the lounge, legs folded as he looked at her, eyes gesturing.
“You change, where have I not seen you?”
“No!” Blanca Roach blushed slightly and said righteously, “It’s not the same! Just get out and leave your clothes.”
Just as the words left her mouth, there were several knocks at the door.
“Excuse me, are President Grant and Mrs. Grant inside, President Irwin said he wants you to come over for a get-together.”
“Got it.”
Matthew Grant’s eyes deepened and he stood up from the couch, straightening his cuffs.
“I’ll go over first, and you can come back when you’re changed.”
“Uh, yeah, no problem!”
Blanca Roach agreed, waiting for Matthew Grant to leave before quickly changing and heading to the party, but when she passed by the stairway, she saw a familiar figure.
Amelia was cornered by a man, her hand still controlled by his side, unable to move.
She frowned and struggled desperately to pull the two people apart, “No! You can’t do this! Let go of me!”
“Can’t what? I, Randy, have never been unable to get anything, it’s your luck to be taken by me!”
“And …” Randy leered at Amelia’s body and aggravated his tone, “You’re just trying to seduce by showing so much of yourself! Still here to set up what chastity!”
“No, I didn’t …”
Amelia closed her eyes and shook her head, almost about to cry out.
She couldn’t just give in to a guy like that, she wasn’t willing to do that, she wanted to marry a better man!
“Stop it!” Blanca Roach stood at the entrance of the stairs and frowned at the man, “This party is invited by the upper class, I didn’t expect a trash like you to be mixed in!”