CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 173: HUMILIATING SERENA JENNINGS

"Serena? What are you doing here?"

Behind her came Claire Shaw’s shout, and Serena felt a bit helpless.

Even though she tried her best to avoid them, she was still spotted by the keen-eyed Claire Shaw.

Claire Shaw looked as if she’d discovered a new land, her eyes lit up like bulbs.

She immediately dragged Cynthia Fulton over to Serena’s side.

"Are you working here as a waitress?"

She scrutinized Serena up and down; the uniform Serena wore said it all.

"It’s just too pathetic, isn’t it?" Claire Shaw pretended to be sympathetic. "After your company’s bankruptcy, I asked Caleb if he could help you, but he refused... Though I also think he’s too cold-hearted, I couldn’t go over his head to help you... Being a waitress here must be tough, right? Here, I have two hundred for you, just take it!"

Claire Shaw theatrically pulled two hundred-dollar bills from her handbag and handed them to Serena.

This tirade left Serena speechless.

She knew Claire Shaw was deliberately rubbing salt into her wounds.

However, these words hit Serena like a soft breeze, hardly affecting her.

"Surely Miss Shaw has more than two hundred, and I’m not hung up on whether it’s cash. Since Mis Shaw is so gracious and beautiful-hearted in wanting to support me, just scan and transfer a hundred thousand, I promise not to tell Caleb Lockwood."

Claire Shaw never expected Serena to say that.

She had originally intended to humiliate Serena with those two hundred.

Seeing Claire Shaw’s face freeze, Serena smiled faintly.

"What, are you not truly willing to help me? I’ve given you the chance, you’d better seize it!"

"You!"

Claire Shaw nearly bit her own tongue, her face flushed with anger.

"You’re shameless!"

Insulted by Claire Shaw, Serena’s expression changed slightly, but she wasn’t polite.

"Who could be more shameless than you? You’re the one who said you’d help me; it’s generous of me not to call you out for being fake."

Beside them, Cynthia Fulton found the noise irritating and spoke coldly:

"Serena, are you working here?"

"Yes..."

"Is this how your manager teaches you?" Cynthia Fulton ordered, "Call the lobby manager over!"

The lobby manager, Little Luo, immediately scampered over to Cynthia Fulton.

"Miss Fulton, you called for me..."

"You’re fired."

"What?"

Little Luo was shocked.

Only now did Serena realize that Cynthia Fulton was the owner of Riverview Imperial.

Little Luo was Lana Xavier’s relative; the reason Serena came to Riverview Imperial to do odd jobs was on Lana Xavier’s recommendation because Little Luo was the lobby manager here, and it was better than not knowing anyone at all.

Serena never expected that her spontaneous retort to Claire Shaw would affect Little Luo.

"Cynthia Fulton, this has nothing to do with Manager Luo."

"He’s your superior, how can it have nothing to do with him when you’re so rude to guests?"

"Then I resign..."

"Do you think my hotel is a marketplace, that you can come and go as you please?"

Cynthia Fulton glared with her big eyes, her fierce gaze seemed to want to tear Serena apart.

In truth, Cynthia Fulton really wished she could kill Serena.

Being a woman of privilege, the greatest humiliation she had ever endured was thanks to Serena.

Though The Nash Family apologized to The Fultons, paid, and provided projects, so what?

Now the whole world knows that she, Cynthia Fulton, got married and the groom ran away.

Not only did he skip the wedding, but he also went off to fool around with another woman.

Now she’s the laughing stock of all the business socialites, the topic at every gathering!

Cynthia Fulton never considered herself unworthy of Justin Nash, nor did she think she couldn’t measure up to Serena.

Besides her face, what else does Serena have?

Does she have an elite noble family background?

Does she have the wealth to spend lavishly?

Does she have connections she can wield effortlessly in the business world?

How can Serena even compare to her!

In Cynthia Fulton’s eyes, Justin Nash running away from the wedding must have been instigated by Serena.

Because Caleb Lockwood has Claire Shaw, he would definitely divorce Serena.

To secure her future post-divorce, Serena seduced Justin Nash, sabotaging her wedding.

Serena might have nothing, but she has the art of seduction.

The more Cynthia Fulton thought about it, the angrier she got, her teeth clenched with hatred.

"Miss Fulton, be generous and give Serena a chance! She’s been kicked out by Caleb Lockwood and has nothing left. If she loses this job, I fear she’ll have no choice but to beg on the streets."

Claire Shaw acted coyly, persistently winking at Cynthia Fulton.

Cynthia Fulton forcefully suppressed the fury in her heart.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"What else is there... Let Serena continue to work here, and don’t drag the lobby manager into it..."

Claire Shaw’s words seemed genuinely kind.

Cynthia Fulton called Little Luo aside and gave him a few instructions.

Then she dined with Claire Shaw in the lobby.

Originally, they had reserved a private room.

Little Luo pulled Serena into a corner, pleading for her not to quit, as if his own livelihood depended on it.

Serena knew full well that as long as she continued working at this hotel, Cynthia Fulton, as the owner, would never run out of ways to make her life difficult.

"Please, Serena, your labor contract is just for a month, leave after fulfilling it and Ms. Fulton won’t stop you. But if you quit now, I’ll... Please, I still have house and car loans to repay, and my son’s kindergarten fees have recently gone up, I can’t lose my job!"

Little Luo begged Serena sincerely.

Since Little Luo was Lana Xavier’s relative, Serena couldn’t stand by and watch as he lost his job and faced immense financial pressure because of her.

"Okay, I won’t quit."

It was just a month; she doubted Cynthia Fulton could ruin her life in that time.

Seeing Serena relent, Little Luo quickly handed her a bottle of red wine.

"Hurry, table T302 ordered a bottle of ’82 Lafite. Go deliver it quickly."

Serena delivered the wine only to discover that it was Cynthia Fulton and Claire Shaw sitting at table T302.

"Do you need me to open it for you?" Serena politely asked.

Cynthia Fulton nodded indifferently.

After opening the wine and completing the subsequent tasks, Serena intended to leave.

"Stop."

Cynthia Fulton called Serena back.

"Is the wine you brought here really ’82 Lafite?"

Serena returned to the table and checked the bottle carefully.

"Yes, it’s indeed ’82 Lafite."

"But it doesn’t taste like it."

Serena knew Cynthia Fulton was intentionally causing trouble.

At this moment, Claire Shaw softly suggested, "Serena is well-cultured, just let her taste it to confirm if it’s ’82 Lafite or not?"

"You have a point."

Before she finished speaking, Cynthia Fulton flipped her wrist, splashing a whole glass of red wine onto Serena’s face.

The commotion immediately drew the attention of other guests around, many pointing and whispering about Serena.

Serena wiped her eyes, finally managing to open them.

Through the blurry vision, she noticed that Caleb Lockwood had at some point appeared in the VIP dining area.