All Her Secrets

Catherine knew she should be responsible for knocking down the teacup, so she got up from the chair and prepared to apologize.

However, the woman glared at Catherine. Before Catherine could say something, she bombarded Catherine with curses, “Are you blind? Or is your arm broken? How come you can’t even hold a teacup still? Do you know how costly my dress is?”

The woman noticed that Catherine dressed more poorly than a maid and thought she was a cleaner here, so she pushed further.

“You need to get on your knees and apologize to me. Otherwise, I’ll tell the owner here to fire you, and I’ll make sure you don’t get another job in Casier for the rest of your life.”

Some people around them recognized Catherine, but none of them reminded that woman of who Catherine was.

It would be a good show, and who would want to miss it?

Besides, they were all competitors today. It would be great if they could have one less powerful rival.

Being watched by a crowd of people, the woman whose dress was tainted with tea did not feel embarrassed but instead superior and became even more bossy.

“Did you hear what I said? I asked you to kneel and wipe my dress clean. Are you deaf or what?”

Catherine sneered.

She thought, “You want me to kneel before you?

“Are you daydreaming?

can take it

hold

Suddenly…

one

cold and old voice sounded, which drew the

crowd turned around and saw the man who spoke was Mr. David, the host of today’s

had a stick in his hand and strode

the woman with a penetrating gaze. When he stood before them, he pointed at the woman with his finger while displeasure and anger flashed across

man dashed over to her and pulled her aside. He

Mr. David and said apologetically, “I’m so sorry, Mr. David. My wife didn’t mean to offend you. Please forgive her

of a newly started hi-tech company and a famous member

scolded the others. She thought it no big deal to teach a cleaner a lesson, but she did not expect to offend

was why her husband had to stand up to smooth things over. They could not afford to displease the big

sarcasm and scorn, “I don’t need her apology,

pointed at Catherine, who stood calmly

asked with a hint of astonishment, “You want me to apologize to

as if he had heard something astounding. “You said she’s a cleaner? That’s ridiculous! You and your husband should be the ones who kneel and beg for her forgiveness, not simply

a bucket of ice water poured down from the

did not speak a word since she stood up, but the person