Chapter 83 A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing
Watching the man’s audacious display, her smirk widened.
She couldn’t wait to see him kneel in apology before the entire crowd.
Blake let out a cold scoff, eyeing her like she was trash. “Is that so?”
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Within moments, a middle–aged man in a suit hurried over, bowing slightly.
“Boss, what are your orders?”
“About ten minutes ago, this woman on your left deliberately tripped the lady beside me.” Blake’s voice was icy. “Pull the surveillance footage immediately and project it onto the banquet hall screen.”
The manager kept his head lowered, not daring to meet his gaze, but the oppressive aura radiating from Blake made his pulse spike.
“My apologies, sir. This oversight is entirely my fault.”
He was the general manager of this hotel.
He’d been waiting in the lobby all afternoon for the Blake’s arrival–only for him to slip in unnoticed.
And now, of all things, a petty catfight had erupted right under his nose.
His eyes flicked between Helen and Caroline.
Ah. A love feud, then.
Before Blake could respond, Helen sneered. “What’s this act? You expect us to believe you own this place? Put up or shut up–show the footage if you can! I’m waiting!”
Pathetic.
He couldn’t even access the cameras, yet he dared talk about projecting evidence?
The manager shot her a look–equal parts fury and pity.
Does this woman have a death wish?
No one in Kingville dared to cross Blake. No one. And here she was–barking orders at him.
Helen caught his stare and crossed her arms defensively. “What? Never seen a pretty girl before, you p?”
The manager nearly laughed aloud, seeing how protective of herself this woman was.
He’d met countless beauties, but this level of delusion was new.
Suppressing a retort, he bowed to Blake. “I’ll retrieve the footage at once.”
Helen rolled her eyes at his retreating back, then turned to Alaina. “Mom, I thought you said this event was for high society. Why’s it crawling with strays?”
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Chapter 83 A Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing
Caroline was clearly some old man’s arm candy.
And Blake? Sure, his clothes screamed money–but his little power act just now? Pathetic.
Real elites didn’t pretend to be powerful.
Only the desperate put on such shows.
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Alaina hushed her. “Quiet. Anyone here has connections. Until you marry into the Graysons, don’t make enemies.”
Alaina thought, Thank heaven Helen had not actually tripped Caroline. If the crowd saw that–let alone members of the Graysons–her reputation would be ruined.
Even more terrifying was that if this matter spread to the Graysons, they might look down on Helen.
Helen didn’t agree with her mother, but before she married the Graysons, she had no choice but to do that. Helen bit her tongue.
The manager worked fast. Within minutes, the banquet hall’s massive screen lit up–looping a crystal–clear clip of Helen sticking out her foot.
The video was short, just a few seconds displaying Helen sticking her leg out to trip Caroline.
Once. Twice. Three times. The video was looped.
The people who initially thought Helen was innocent now cast disgusted looks at Helen.
The crowd’s angry murmurs swelled.
“Ugh, a wolf in sheep’s clothing!”
“That fake innocence? Terrifying. Steer clear of her.”
The video on the big screen kept playing in a loop,
The murmurs in the hall grew louder by the minute.
Helen’s nails dug into her palms. She wished the floor would swallow her whole.
Even Edwin flushed with shame.
“She’s just a girl,” he pleaded to Blake. “Must you humiliate her publicly? Turn it off–we’ll settle this privately.”
Alaina clasped her hands, forcing a smile. “Please.”
Damn it. She didn’t think that Helen really did it.
The one time Helen actually messed up–and the whole world saw.
