Vengeful

Chapter 42

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family of three was led to the back garden, there were already quite a few people there, including nearly all of the prominent families of Northville’s clite circle.

The Hernandez Group had be… unstable recently, and William was looking for opportunities to network and explore potential collaborations.

When William left, Sarah saw Emely waving to her from the other side. Sarah smiled, told Rebecca where she was going, and walked away.

From a window on the second floor, several people with wine glasses in hand leaned against the railing, looking at the bustling crowd below.

“Why is the Hernandez family here?” Shawn asked when he spotted Sarah’s family from afar. Recently, because of Elizabeth, he was in a foul mood.

Andrew glanced down calmly. “Mom said the Hernandez family kicked out Audrey, so she invited them just to show them that from now on, they can’t match up to her,” Andrew replied.

“Phoebe is so domineering,” Shawn remarked.

“Why isn’t Boss here yet? He is coming tonight, right?” Cade couldn’t help but ask. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“He wouldn’t dare not to appear. Didn’t you see how Mom invited all the single men in Northville?” Andrew responded.

Andrew wasn’t worried about Dylan nottoming. He was worried that Dylan would not. be able to take it when he arrived. Considering Dylan’s current feelings for Audrey, he probably couldn’t handle the consequences if Audrey became entangled with the many excellent men his mother had arranged.

Phoebe had specially prepared a room for Audrey, which would be her room in the Roscente family from now on. She even thoughtfully prepared a room for Brian, filled with various toys and clothes for the current season she brought.

With plenty of time before the party started, Phoebe held Audrey in the room for makeup and preparations, while Brian was taken to the back garden by the Roscente family’s servants.

Brian, holding a phone, was video–calling Lucas. “Lucas, it’s so beautiful here today. It’s a shame you couldn’t come.“,

“Yeah. Take a few more pictures of Mommy for me.” Lucas, seeing the scene on the

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screen, wasn’t very interested. He just wanted to see pictures of his mommy.

“Sure, Grandma is doing Audrey’s makeup now. Grandma said she wants to make her the most dazzling princess tod” Brian said. He called Phoebe “grandma” now.

“Dummy, Mommy is clearly the queen,” Lucas remarked.

“Don’t call me a dummy. I’m not a dummy.” Brian was a bit upset and distracted. He bumped into someone holding a wine glass. The entire glass of red wine spilled on the white dress the person was wearing.

Emely looked at her high–fashion dress. She had obtained it after a year’s wait, but now it was ruined by red wine. Her face turned red with anger. She violently pushed Brian to the ground, yelling, “Can’t you see there’s someone here? Whose child are you? How can you have no manners at all?”

Known for her temper and as the only daughter of the Roscente family from the second branch, Emely was somewhat spoiled.

Brian, stunned by the push, sat on the ground, dazed.

The servant following Brian was frightened by the situation. She hurriedly came forward but didn’t dare to offend Emely. She could only help Brian up and check if he was hurt while apologizing to Emely. “Ms. Roscente, it’s my fault for not watching Brian. I apologize on his behalf.”

Recognizing the servant as working for the Roscente family, Emely gave a disdainful glance at the child, her expression still hostile. “Who is this brat? Do you think you can apologize for him? Do you know how much this dress cost? As if you could afford it.”

The servant trembled. She couldn’t possibly compensate for the dress and could only say nervously, “This is Ms. Audrey’s child.”

When Emely heard this brat was Audrey’s child, she sneered. “So, you’re Audrey’s bastard. You’re a scum just like your mother.”

Brian, initially confused, glared fiercely at Emely when he heard her insult his mother. His little fists clenched tightly. There was a flash of silver in his hand as he rushed at Emely.

“Bad woman, don’t insult my mommy,” Brian growled angrily. His movement was too fast for the servant to stop.

Emely felt a sharp pain and almost fell. She regained her balance with difficulty. Furious, she pushed Brian hard and kicked at him with her sharp heels, shouting

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arrogantly. “I’ll call your mom scum as I like. Scum, What can you do about it?”

Brian’s eyes turned red with anger, his gaze fierce. He wanted to kill Emely. The usually cute child turned into a little d when someone insulted Audrey. The murderous.

intent in his eyes almost frightened Emely to death.

From the fallen phone, Lucas’s worried voice came. “Brian, are you okay?”

On the second–floor lounge, Andrew and others were also shocked by the scene.

“Fuck. Isn’t that Audrey’s son and Emely?” Cade was startled. “Something’s wrong. Let’s go down.”

Andrew’s face changed at the sight below. He put down his wine glass and rushed downstairs, followed by Shawn and Cade.

At this moment, another tall figure arrived first. He scooped up the enraged boy protectively in his arms. His cold gaze swept over Emely.

“Scram.” Dylan’s face was dark. His icy eyes glared at Emely.

Emely was startled by the ruthless look in Dylan’s eyes.

The commotion attracted everyone’s attention. They were surprised to see Dylan holding Audrey’s child protectively. Everyone was puzzled. They wondered, ‘Isn’t that Audrey’s son? What is Mr. Clifford doing now?”

Everyone was looking toward them. None of them expect Dylan to step forward and protect Audrey’s son. After all, Dylan was the one who sent Audrey to prison back then.

The gaze of the surrounding crowd turned speculative.

Emely, under Dylan’s fierce stare, lost some of her arrogance. She felt a bit scared of the man before her.

“Baddie, put me down.” Brian was held by Dylan for the first time. He stiffened but soon. struggled to get down, his small face full of anger.

Dylan rubbed the boy’s head, his voice low but slightly gentle, “If you don’t want your mommy’s party to be ruined, stay put and let me handle it.”