CHAPTER 875: CHAPTER 875: ARE YOU ACCUSING ME?

"I’m sorry, it’s my duty."

Claire Lowell stared at him, "Manager Chester, so you’re really not going to give any face?"

"Miss Lowell, these are the rules. It’s not about whether I want to give face or not, please don’t make it difficult for me." After saying this, Manager Chester couldn’t be bothered to say more and waved over the security team, instructing them to drag the people without a Passage Order out of the banquet hall.

This commotion attracted the attention of others.

In those looks, there was plenty of scrutiny, analysis, and mockery.

Even though it wasn’t her being kicked out, Claire Lowell still felt utterly humiliated under those gazes.

Miss Brooks had a Passage Order, and wasn’t kicked out, but she sheepishly followed Claire Lowell out. Once they reached a corner, after calming down for a while, she couldn’t help but complain, "Miss Lowell, this is it. I’ve offended that powerful woman, and when I get back, I’m afraid my legs will be broken..."

Before Miss Brooks could finish her words, Claire Lowell’s expression suddenly darkened, and she raised her hand, slapping her across the face.

Slap!

The crisp, loud sound stunned Miss Brooks.

Miss Brooks covered her burning cheek, incredulously saying, "Miss Lowell, how could you hit me?"

Slap!

Claire Lowell raised her hand again, delivering another hard slap, "Are you accusing me?"

Her expression was utterly terrifying: "Are you accusing me?"

Miss Brooks covered her face, biting her lip and not daring to reply, but there was resentment in her eyes.

Claire Lowell saw this, and without hesitation delivered another slap. She stared at her fiercely and said coldly, "No matter how down-and-out I, Claire Lowell, might be, I’m not someone you small fry can challenge. If you’re sensible, you’ll serve me honestly. Otherwise, I’ll let you experience what it truly feels like to be ruined and homeless."

Miss Brooks turned pale, terrified that her family would get involved, and quickly apologized, "Miss Lowell, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to complain. I was just worried that woman would stir up trouble behind the scenes and make your life difficult. After all, her status isn’t the same as before. She’s not just some ordinary woman without identity anymore."

"Her? Influence me?" Claire Lowell’s expression was full of disdain. After a pause, she said, "If that woman really thinks she can act recklessly just because she has some master status, then I can only say she’s gravely mistaken. I’ll show her what it feels like to be utterly disgraced!"

Miss Brooks couldn’t help but agree, "I knew Miss Lowell was wise and resourceful."

Claire Lowell ignored Miss Brooks’ flattery, gazing into the distance at the cold gleam in Raina North’s eyes.

...

Raina North sat in the corner for a while before feeling bored, so she got up and started walking around the hall.

In this hall, there were quite a few familiar faces, people she had past grudges with and quite a few who wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of her.

Now with a new identity and gender, there were quite a few who raised their glasses to her after seeing her.

Raina North found it all very amusing; it was indeed a novel experience.

However, she didn’t engage in conversation with them, since with her new identity, there was no need to bring over anything from Orion Rivers.

Mainly, shedding the facade was really tough.

This was probably the trouble with having too many disguises.

Raina North finally stopped at the bar, looking at the beautifully colored cocktails with interest. She pointed at a dazzling cocktail that was like a ruby and said, "Give me one of these."

The waiter at the bar quickly advised, "Beautiful lady, I suggest you reconsider."