CHAPTER 882: CHAPTER 882: IT’S AN HONOR TO BE MY KNIFE

What? You say she’s Master Rise?" Miss Summers was full of disbelief.

President Chester’s face instantly darkened, and he said unhappily, "Miss Summers, are you accusing me of being so senile that I can’t even recognize Master Rise? Warren Summers is your father, right? I really need to have a good talk with him one day. A child’s education must be taken seriously; otherwise, even a vast family fortune won’t be enough to squander."

"President Chester!"

"Miss Summers, don’t blame me for meddling. I’m really doing this for the good of your family. Otherwise, with someone as mindless as you, who knows when you’ll cause a catastrophe and bring disaster to the whole family. So, it’s better for your father to be stricter in discipline."

President Chester’s voice was flat, his expression cold.

Miss Summers looked ashen, her expression difficult and flustered.

She was just here to catch an affair, so how did she provoke Master Rise? Even with President Chester’s direct word, Miss Summers still found it hard to believe. She couldn’t believe that this person was Rise.

"She actually is Rise..."

Not far away, Miss Brooks, standing beside Claire Lowell, felt her legs go weak. Oh my God, she had just argued with Rise and even tried to have her thrown out. Oh my God, hadn’t she seriously offended Rise?

No wonder her mother always told her to act with humility and never go to extremes.

She thought her mother was nagging and never took her words to heart, and it only brought her trouble with such an important figure.

Miss Summers was panicked, not knowing what to do for a moment. Just then, her gaze unintentionally swept over Claire Lowell.

She saw Claire looking gloomy and resentful, but not at all surprised.

Miss Brooks suddenly understood that Claire knew Rise’s identity.

And indeed, she should have known.

Previously, it had spread throughout the circle; the wife whom The Nameless Lord was marrying was not some waiter but the music master Rise.

That meant Claire had deliberately set them up.

And the fact that Miss Summers mistook Rise as a mistress was likely also a tool in Claire’s hands.

That’s how it was.

It must be.

Otherwise, why create such a scene at this event?

After figuring this out, Miss Brooks felt a chill in her heart.

Claire Lowell was too ruthless!

She should know that her actions might ruin her entire family!

Unable to bear it any longer, Miss Brooks shouted angrily, "Claire! You did it on purpose, didn’t you? You knew who she was, yet you deliberately led us to target her, right?"

Claire saw Miss Brooks looking enraged. Startled for a moment, she realized why Miss Brooks was angry, and insincerely said, "I just heard some rumors. I didn’t think she was actually Rise."

That response was very insincere.

With her status, she had heard the rumors. She didn’t believe that Claire, as the eldest daughter of The Dark Tower, didn’t know.

Claire knew and did this, meaning she intentionally used her as a tool.

Miss Brooks shook with anger, shouting at Claire, "How can you do this? Don’t you know this could ruin my whole family?"

"Didn’t I say it wasn’t on purpose?" Claire replied without much sincerity, "Why are you so upset?"

Miss Brooks grew even angrier at this, gritting her teeth and hissing, "Don’t think I don’t know. You intentionally used me and Miss Summers as tools against Rise, didn’t you!"

"So what if I did?" Claire didn’t deny it, saying calmly, "You should feel honored to serve as my tool."

"To hell with your honor!" Unable to endure any longer, Miss Brooks grabbed a glass of red wine nearby and without hesitation splashed it onto Claire.

With a cry of surprise, Claire became furious. However, before she could react, Miss Brooks had already briskly walked away.