The guests stood in stunned silence, their shock palpable.
“Oh my goodness, this cake was custom–designed by Ms. Tiffany and crafted by a renowned foreign pastry chef! I heard it took over a dozen chefs and countless hours to make!”
“That cake, worth tens of millions, ruined just like that. How much chaos can one person cause? Well, now we know!”
Still sprawled on the ground, Waverly took in the chaotic scene before her. Her heart was in turmoil, and her mind was a complete blank.
She tried to get up and leave but was firmly held back by Tiffany’s assistant.
“Who do you think you are, barging around the banquet like it’s your personal playground? You can’t go anywhere! You’ve knocked over Ms. Tiffany’s cake. You’ll have to take responsibility for this!”
Samuel rushed over, pulling the disheveled Waverly behind him, and said with a grave expression. “It’s just a cake. I’ll handle it! No matter the cost. Fin ready to pay!”
“Mr. Goodridge, is it? You make it sound far too simple,” Tiffany’s assistant retorted. “Ms. Tiffany ordered this birthday cake over a month ago. Every ingredient, from the cream to the fruits, is of rare, collectible quality. Setting aside the monetary value–because, of course, you can easily afford the loss–the real problem is the symbolism. Who could accept their birthday cake being destroyed at their own party? It’s such a bad omen! And don’t forget. Ms. Tiffany values intentions and
2:57 PM – ₫ ·
Chapter 193 Bad Omen
The thought of Tiffany holding her accountable sent waves of panic through Waverly
Four years ago, she had also offended Tiffany.
If not for Raylee taking the blame, it would have been her behind bars.
But could one always be this lucky?
That night, she had knocked over the cake in front of a crowd.
It was clear to all that there was no one else to blame, even if she wanted to find a scapegoat at the last moment.
This meant she had to face the full force of Tiffany’s wrath on her own
What if Tiffany decides to destroy my reputation or even have me jailed?
Finished
The thought sent her spiraling into panic. Her face turned ghostly pale as she became overwhelmed with fear. Feeling unterly helpless, she made the impulsive decision to run.
She couldn’t afford to die or end up in prison. She hadn’t yet fully enjoyed the life of luxury she had only recently begun to
taste.
As she bolted, Tiffany’s assistant quickly maneuvered around Samuel to block her path.
“Stop her! Don’t let her get away!” the assistant shouted, calling for help while grabbing hold of her arm.
In a desperate act, Waverly snatched a wine bottle from a nearby table and struck Tiffany’s assistant on the head with it.
Blood began to flow immediately.
Tiffany’s assistant clutched her injured head and cried out, “Help, someone’s trying to kill me!”
