Chapter 27

Nighttime at Hawthorn Mansion.

The banquet kicked off at eight.

Vivienne and Dorian rocked up at half past seven to Hawthorn’s crib.

The mansion front was jam–packed with luxury cars.

In the hall, Arabella was looking all dolled up in a custom dress, sipping red wine and mingling with the guests. With her chin up and chest out, she wore a confident smile, looking every bit the rightful heiress of the Hawthorn family.

As soon as Vivienne and her crew stepped in, Arabella spotted them. She walked over, wine glass in hand, and greeted them with a warm smile. “Dad, Mom, Vivienne, you made it? Come on in, the guests are almost all here.”

In a very hostess–like tone, she added, “I hope you brought your appetites tonight.”

Dorian frowned, his face looking a tad sour. Was she implying they were poor and couldn’t afford good food on the regular?

Cordelia didn’t look too pleased either, but she kept her mouth shut.

Arabella turned to Vivienne with a smile. “By the way, sis, Mr. Ellington will be joining us tonight.”

Vivienne raised an eyebrow, “So what?”

heard you’d be

replied nonchalantly. “Are you

Arabella was taken aback, not getting the implication at first.

step aside!” Arabella was taken

a joke! That worthless man was nowhere near her

him, watch your words!” Vivienne said calmly, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Arabella’s eyes, but she

her, turning to join Dorian in greeting some acquaintances. Just as she turned away, a mature–looking girl walked up to her, gave Vivienne a once–over

at her grandpa’s during her visit, so she didn’t know Vivienne

– jeans, white tee, sneakers. What was wrong with

your mouth. She’s your cousin,” Arabella

Dorian’s long–lost daughter? Not as impressive as I thought. How could you

with her grandpa, so she wasn’t very familiar with the Hawthorn family affairs. But she admired Arabella, seeing her as

loser? The Ellington family’s reputation was a golden

would find Vivienne and the Ellington’s engagement would

and she was already stealing Arabella’s fiancé. How could she tolerate that? She definitely wouldn’t stand for it.

tried to stop Alisa. “Alisa, that’s enough! Mr. Ellington was originally my

even though you’re adopted, you’re still a Hawthorn. And you’re even better than the real Hawthorn’s

left her mouth, Dorian and Cordelia’s faces fell. Vivienne, on the other

sour instantly. Alisa, that idiot! Did

would want to marry that

She could only laugh it off and explain, “You misunderstood. I have no interest in

off, “Stop defending Vivienne. I know you’re just afraid she’d get mad, but I’m not! Arabella, today I’m

bit through her

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