Chapter 210 She’s Crying Again

In the face of real power, all pretense had to give way.

Elsie had only managed to stay afloat these past few years by clinging to Owen and Paul, thinking bthat /bwas enough to elevate her.

bBut /bthe truth was, outside of the little greenhouse those two built around her. Elsie couldn’t withstand a single storm.

“Excuse me please let me through!” Owen’s voice rose from the back of the crowd.

He pushed his bway /bforward, clearly in a rush. By the time he came into view, his neatly styled bhair /bbhad /be undone, strands falling across his forehead, even the cor of his bsuit /bhade bloose/b.

But he couldn’t bhave /bcared less about appearances.

The moment he saw Elsie crying on the ground with blood on her lip, his expression changed. He pulled out a handkerchief band /bgently pressed it to her wound.

Elsie gasped between sobs and clung to Owen’s jacket. “Owen, don’t worry about me. I need to apologize to Taylor. I was the one who bgave /bthe ginseng. I don’t know how it got listed under her name this whole mess is my fault. If she bpped /bme, I probably deserved it…

“bShe /bgave the ginseng?”

“Who is this girl, sending hundred–year–old ginseng to Mr. Jackson?”

“I’ve seen her before–Ms. Saunders, right? She attended a medical conference once. Seemed like a polite youngdy.”

Someone whispered. “Ms.

unders? bIsn’t /bthat Wyatt’s fiander.

‘No, no–that’s just the one listed under the Saunders name. That girl spent years in a psych ward, from what I bheard/b. This one is bthe /breal Ms. Saunders. And unmarried, btoo/b,”

Huajing heard the whispers and cast a sideways nce at Carl.

Sure enough, Carl’s face had gone dark, she’s the real Ms. Saunders, then that does that make Yunice? Just a stand–in? iIt’s /iughable,pletely backward! What a joke!

bAnd /bOwen was devoted to the daughter of the very people who had hurt his parents. It was both pathetic and disheartening.

Owen helped Elsie to her feet, believing every word she said. His brows drew together as he turned to Taylor. “It was just a mix up with the gitt ledger Ms Taylor, did you breally /bneed to be so aggressive? What you did today reflects poorly on both the Powell and Kendall tamilies”

He’d once bhad /ba bbit /bof a crush on Taylor, but after she broke Elsie’s finger thest time, that fondness bhad /bvanishedpletely.

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Taylor shot back. “She deliberately wore the same dress as me and got her gift listed under my name. Mr. Owen, who’s really trying to stir things up here!”

One of Taylor’s friends stepped in to back her up. “Exactly. She obviously wanted to steal the spotlight. Fine, the gift list was a mistake–but no one forced her to wear that dress.”

Plenty of guests had noticed the identical dresses. bAnd /bin a crowd like this, full of sharp minds and sharper instincts, everyone could see through the act

It was so obvious–she was trying to piggyback on Taylor’s status to boost her bown /bexposureb. /b

Elsie shook her head in Owen’s arms, tearful band /btrembling. “Owen, I wasn’t trying topete with Taylor. Someone sent me the dress and told me bto /bbwear /bit to the party. I don’t even know bhow /bit turned out like bthis/b…”

Taylor sneered, “You’ve always got an excuse. So who supposedly sent you the dress?”

Elsie whispered, “I don’t bknow/b…”

Owen’s frown deepened. He didn’t believe Elsie would pull a stunt like bthat/b. Someone had to be setting her up.

Thinking back to the tension between Taylor and Elsie, Owen couldn’t help but spiral into a conspiracy theory. He muttered, “Ms. Taylor… did byou /bsend Elsie the dress? Was this your n to humiliate her?”

That dress was a custom piece–only Taylor and her designer had ess bto /bthe original. How else

would Elsie bknow/b?

Taylor’s face twisted in disgust. She had never found Owen so repulsive,

Before the argument could escte, the old man returned, He had changed outfits and reentered the hall, instantly drawing everyone’s attention back.

Elsie’s eyes lit up. I need to make the most of this ginseng!

She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, stepped forward, and positioned herself sweetly in front of Jackson.

“Mr. Jackson,” she said softly, “Paul told me byou’ve /bbeen under the weathertely. I traveled halfway across the bcountry /band finally managed to buy this wild hundred–year–old ginseng from a farmer. If it bcan /bhelp restore your health, it would be the greatest honor for the ginseng–and

for me.”

When she finished, Jackson kept his smile, but his expression noticeably stiffened.

“The bSaunders /bfamily and bPowell /bfamily must be real close. Even the old bman’s /bhealth issues made it bto /bbher /bears..”

“I heard the two families go way back–generations of close ties.”

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The way people looked at Elsie changed. They figured if she could

she must be worth cultivating. Connections like that were valuab/. Peak so directly

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