CHAPTER 77: CHAPTER 77: NEW FLAME, OLD LOVE

These people took advantage of Emma Lewis’s absence to seize the opportunity to mock Amelia Wright.

As if they had some deep-seated grudge against her.

But Amelia Wright, after taking a nap, felt much better.

Previously, she was too tired to bother.

Now, she really felt like hitting someone.

She stood up and wobbled toward the few people behind, looking as if she might fall at any moment.

But in the next instant, she punched a girl in the eye.

"Ah! Amelia Wright, what are you doing?"

"Amelia, are you crazy? How dare you hit someone!"

Amelia grabbed the girl’s hair and slammed her head onto the table.

Another person lunged at Amelia Wright, trying to hit her.

But Amelia Wright somehow pulled out a utility knife and pressed it against that person’s neck.

She was weak but fierce: "You don’t know that when flies get too annoying, they get swatted to death?"

Everyone was terrified.

The few students in the classroom were so quiet you could only hear the rapid breathing of the beaten girl.

Amelia lazily put away the utility knife and released the other person’s hair.

She sat back down in her seat, her voice fragile and soft: "If you don’t want to die, don’t mess with me."

Everyone thought she was insane.

Who pulls a knife for a few insults!

After sitting back down, Amelia noticed her coat on her seat. Her face turned slightly pale as she carefully put the utility knife away, feeling uncomfortable as if Godfery Shaw himself had witnessed her misdeeds.

...

Time passed in a blur.

It was the day of Young Master Shaw’s engagement.

Amelia’s peace was shattered by an invitation card.

As she looked at the dark red card trimmed with gold, her eyes grew deep.

What was Godfery Shaw thinking?

What did he want her to see at his engagement?

To see how well he matched with Miss Dawson?

Since he wanted her to go, she might as well go.

It didn’t matter to her.

...

The grand engagement party.

It seemed like Godfery Shaw wanted to invite everyone who was anyone in the city.

Amelia took Emily Allen to Ink Manor first, asking a teacher to watch her for a bit before changing clothes and heading to Tsty Hotel.

A luxury hotel owned by the Shaw family,

Wedding photos were displayed at the hotel’s entrance.

The woman stood shyly next to the man, handsome and beautiful.

Amelia paused, then looked away as if she hadn’t seen anything.

Hailey Smith was in charge of checking invitations at the door, greeting guests.

Amelia handed over her invitation.

Hailey Smith first saw a pair of slender, jade-like hands, took the invitation, and looked up.

The fake smile frozen on his face: "Miss... Miss Wright, what are you doing here?"

Amelia’s eyes glanced at the invitation, the meaning clear: you invited me, so why ask why I’m here, isn’t that ridiculous?

Hailey hastily opened the invitation and saw the name ’Amelia Wright’ on the invitee line.

This invitation was real. Nobody would dare misuse a Shaw family invitation.

But...but, why would they invite the Young Madam!

What was the point of having the Young Madam at such an event? Isn’t this just asking for trouble!

Hailey stood there dumbfounded while people began to look over.

Amelia frowned and asked, "Can I go in now?"

Hailey nodded with a mournful look, feeling distressed inside!

The Young Madam was here; he didn’t want to let her in, but didn’t dare to block her either.

Amelia turned and walked into the hotel.

Hailey handed over the invitation-checking duty to someone beside him, saying urgently, "Buddy, you take over here. I have to go in for a second."

Having said that, Hailey directly ran into the hotel, wanting to inform the Young Master first.

But it was too late.

The Young Master and Miss Dawson were walking out shoulder to shoulder.

Hailey felt trouble brewing!

Just as he had this thought, he saw the Young Master’s gaze land on the Young Madam.

The Young Madam smiled slightly, silently saying, "Congratulations."

Hailey saw his Young Master’s face turn completely black. It didn’t seem like an engagement, more like a funeral!

Only those confidants knew Young Master’s true thoughts.

Even the wedding photos were photoshopped; he hadn’t wanted another woman near him. Yet now, in front of the Young Madam, he stood next to Miss Dawson.

How does it feel to get engaged in front of the person you like? Hailey didn’t dare to imagine.

Miss Dawson also saw Amelia Wright.

She smiled and waved to Amelia, looking very close, with a pure and kind face.

No matter if Amelia was once the Shaw family’s second Young Madam, she was the person Young Master Shaw chose and the future sole mistress of the Imperial Garden, no one could overshadow her.

She deliberately sent an invitation to Amelia to make her come and realize her position.

Miss Dawson quietly glanced at the man next to her, wishing she could take his arm to appear even more favored by Young Master Shaw.

She didn’t care if this engagement was real or fake; she cared about the benefits and the envious looks from the many socialites in Riverwood City.

Moreover, she was the only woman in the Shaw family, even if Godfery didn’t like her now, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t like her in the future.

She was always good at winning people over, after all, men always liked kind and pure women.

But it was just a thought; she still didn’t dare to touch Godfery’s sleeve.

At this event today, aside from the two main characters, Amelia Wright was the most attention-grabbing.

A discarded woman of the Shaw family, and a newcomer of the Shaw family.

At this moment, Miss Dawson waved to Amelia, and Amelia gave a faint smile, raising her glass towards Miss Dawson from afar.

Amelia was wearing a high-slit black dress, her long hair casually pinned up, revealing part of her beautiful back. Her exquisite, lazy demeanor unintentionally outshone Miss Dawson in her engagement gown.

Even though Miss Dawson looked cute and pleasant by herself.

But the moment Amelia appeared, a word came to mind—vixen, a dangerously alluring one at that, whom people couldn’t approach lightly. Her naturally enchanting presence, even a sidelong glance from her slightly upturned eyes, felt soul-stirring.

Someone approached Amelia with a smile, "You must be Miss Wright. It’s true what they say, in person you’re even more impressive. I’m Doris Dunne from the Summit Group, and I’d like to toast to you."

Amelia kept her distance and said, "I’m sorry, I don’t drink."

Doris Dunne hinting, "Miss Wright, today is Young Master’s engagement. Not giving face here, might not make Young Master too happy if things go awry."

Amelia frowned, would he really be unhappy?

But she couldn’t drink.

Drinking would lead to fright.

Amelia was in a daze, and a glass of red wine was already put in her hand.

On the stage, the man’s face grew darker and darker.

Then, Godfery Shaw walked directly toward Amelia. Miss Dawson was taken aback and hurried to catch up.

Godfery Shaw marched over, his towering height of over six feet commanding an imposing presence.

He directly took the drink from Amelia’s hand, letting out a cold laugh, "Ha, I only found out today that not giving CEO Dunne face could make me unhappy."

Doris Dunne instantly broke out in a cold sweat.