People in high society are never as simple as they appear on the surface.

Jovana Shaw has been mingling in the elite circles for so long, yet remains unaware of this truth, dreaming of suddenly becoming a phoenix.

A woman like that, besides playing tricks behind the scenes, what else can she accomplish?

Viscount Zhou somewhat understood why Aurelia Shaw didn't take these two seriously at all.

It was not worth the effort, but the constant buzzing of flies can be annoying, so he decided to help her deal with these two.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and Viscount Zhou glanced up at Clara Philips, who was rushing in, and tossed the paper in his hand into the trash can.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Balthazar Shaw and Aurelia Shaw arriving too.

He shrugged and returned to his carefree playboy demeanor, except his gaze towards Jovana Shaw remained disdainful, "I say, Clara… Auntie, even if she's a concubine-born daughter and can't inherit any assets, proper education should never be lacking. How can she just barge into men's restrooms like it's nothing?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Clara Philips' face turned livid, "Our little Jovana would never do such a thing."

"If she wouldn't do such a thing, then why is she here?" Viscount Zhou replied, looking down at his pants, displaying a thoroughly helpless expression, "Ah, I almost got seen by your little Jovana, but don't worry, I won't hold you responsible. When I choose a wife, it has to be approved by my dad."

The implied meaning being, Jovana Shaw wasn't good enough for him.

Being a concubine-born daughter, still a love child, no matter how unrestrained Viscount Zhou's conduct might be normally, he is a son of high society. In choosing a wife, she must either be someone he likes or someone who matches his background.

Clara Philips, hit in a sore spot, turned red and blue, gritted her teeth, glaring at Jovana Shaw, "What the hell happened?!"

"Mommy, I… I…" Jovana Shaw raised a wet face, her damp hair plastered to it, looking utterly disheveled.

She stammered for a long time but couldn't say anything.

Clara Philips already understood.

She dug her nails into Jovana Shaw's wrist, pulling her up, "Come with me!"

As she passed by Viscount Zhou, Clara Philips said in a low voice, "Viscount, there must be some misunderstanding about what happened today. If there's a misunderstanding, our two families can resolve it privately, no need to let others know, don't you think?"

Viscount Zhou's lips curled up, "Auntie Clara is right."

This time, he easily uttered the three words "Auntie Clara."

Clara Philips held back her anger, dragged Jovana Shaw back to the bedroom, and once the door was closed, she slapped her, yelling fiercely, "Fool! How did I end up with such a foolish daughter!"

"Mom." Jovana Shaw raised a tear-streaked face.

Clara Philips' heart softened immediately. She walked over, stroked her daughter's swollen face, and sighed, "Little Jovana, you need to make an effort. For so many years, mom's let you attend the best schools, taught you manners, let you mingle in elite circles from a young age. Yet now, look at you, you're still not a part of them."

"Did you see Viscount Zhou's attitude towards you today? This is how elite people treat you. If you don't strive, if you don't be more alert, things like today will happen again, only worse."

"Do you think mom hit you for no reason? Though it hurts you physically, it pains mom's heart. You need to strive for mom's sake, understood?"

Jovana Shaw nodded.

"What exactly happened today? How can you even fancy someone like Viscount Zhou?" Clara Philips asked irritably, recalling Viscount Zhou's sarcastic "Auntie Clara," that brat definitely did it on purpose! One day she'll make him regret saying that!