CHAPTER 100: CHAPTER 100: A GROUP OF WOMEN COMPETING FOR FAVOR

Since their gowns were soaked, nearly revealing the nipple covers inside, the two women hurried off to the restroom. A wardrobe malfunction would cause too much of a scene.

Not forgetting a parting jab before they left: "Bitch, Eva Nightingale, just you wait."

Eva Nightingale was unfazed: "I’ll be waiting, bitch."

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Finally, two uncultured women left.

But there was still a group, all coming to provoke.

"Eva Nightingale, you don’t even have an invitation. How could your gown be real?"

"Do you even know how dire the consequences are for sneaking into the Crown Prince’s party?"

"If you have any sense, get out now, you penniless fool without an invitation!"

The group of women saw that Eva Nightingale didn’t have an invitation and started to act brazenly.

After all, everyone attending the party had an invitation, each one embedded with a pure gold rose and an exclusive stamp.

And Eva didn’t have an invitation at all; she might just be a lackey who snuck in to gather scandalous gossip.

This kind of incident happened so often, with many sneaking into parties to steal high-value gossip.

"Without an invitation, if it were me, I’d have turned back in shame long ago—"

"Exactly!—"

...

Meanwhile, around the corner.

Eugiene in a blue gown, her face exquisitely made up, looked both beautiful and alluring.

She slightly curled her lips: "That woman is the one his Excellency personally brought?"

Several socialites beside her agreed: "That’s right, Candice, we heard she’s called Eva Nightingale. She totally captivated the Crown Prince, not just the Crown Prince. Even more unbelievably, Admiral Alexander Kingsley also brought a woman to the party."

"They’re just a couple of vixens."

This was the scandal of the year!

In the past, Lucas Knight and Alexander Kingsley were the most ascetic men, never sparing Eugiene even a glance.

Now, hearing this, Eugiene was so angry her heart was turning green, and her ample chest seemed to shrink with rage!!

With a flash of malice in her eyes, full of envy, jealousy, and hate, she sneered: "Hmph, so what? When I knew the Crown Prince and Admiral, they were still playing in the mud."

Dragging her gown, Eugiene walked over to Eva Nightingale with an air of superiority and grabbed her arm.

"Eva, you tramp, without an invitation, get out immediately."

"Who are you calling a tramp?" Eva replied with a smirk, not backing down one bit.

Her husband had told her not to let others bully her, or it would be embarrassing. If she got bullied, he’d take it out on her when she got home.

"I’m calling you a tramp!" Eugiene spit out in anger, only realizing she’d been tricked after speaking, and she grew even more furious.

"You... how dare you call me a tramp?"

Eva: "Didn’t you just admit you’re one?"

Eugiene: "..."

A group of women: "..."

How could this woman have such a sharp tongue? Is she really brought by the Crown Prince?

Would the Crown Prince like someone like this?

At first, everyone thought Eva looked delicate and easy to bully due to her beauty. Who knew, she was not easy to bully at all.

Eugiene tried hard to maintain control, putting on an air of superiority: "That dress of yours, did you steal it from the Crown Prince’s chamber?"

Eugiene recognized the gown as a piece the Crown Prince had commissioned from top designers, with every stitch perfectly placed!

Master designers worked overtime at the Platinum Castle to complete it. Afterward, the Crown Prince locked it away in a safe.

Eugiene had initially thought it was a gift from the Crown Prince to her, but tonight she found out that this gown was actually worn by Eva Nightingale.