Chapter 750: Chapter 386: The Most Beautiful Time (Third Update)
A girl’s thoughts are always poetic...
Autumn Stetford sighed, patted Ruby Sheldon’s head, and said, "No, she’s not as pretty as our Betty."
Ruby Sheldon waited for a long time without hearing Autumn Stetford say what she wanted to hear, so she had to say it herself, "Mommy, why does she keep haunting me? We’re not even in the same league. She keeps opposing me everywhere. Isn’t she afraid that if I get mad, my daddy and mommy will make her pay?"
"I think she’s trying to suck up to you. Betty is too kind-hearted, and didn’t you like her a lot before? Maybe you gave her too much face. People from that kind of background tend to overstep." Autumn Stetford chuckled softly and said, "But today, there’s nothing we can do. She came with Mrs. Foster. We can’t just kick her out, you know?"
Ruby Sheldon had no idea that their invitations were quite strict for ordinary friends, even requiring name and ID number checks.
But for closer friends and family, it wasn’t as strict, and they were allowed to bring one or two unnamed guests.
This is a common practice among businessmen, based on the principle of "the friend of a good friend is my friend too," which means more friends, more ways, and being willing to connect with all sorts of people.
After pondering for a moment, Autumn Stetford explained to her, "Lawrence Winters was brought by Mrs. Foster. The Nagong family has long-standing ties with our Sheldon family. Since Lawrence Winters got connected with Mrs. Foster, even your dad has to show her some respect."
What Autumn Stetford said made Ruby Sheldon feel even more uneasy.
She pouted, unwilling to relent, "What is Lawrence Winters anyway? Even my dog Spot is more likable. Why should we give her face?"
The "Spot" she referred to was the name of her pet dog.
Autumn Stetford’s heart stirred, and she smiled, "Hmm, you’re right. Let’s have someone bring your Spot over in a bit."
As she spoke, she picked up her phone and sent a WeChat message to the private secretary who had just gone to fetch a change of clothes for Ruby Sheldon.
Ruby Sheldon felt a bit better and suddenly remembered something, "How did Lawrence Winters get so close to Mrs. Foster? Mommy, do you know?"
Autumn Stetford curled her lips into a smile, "Anyone could guess. Mrs. Foster’s only son, Edward Foster, is Lawrence Winters’ boss."
She winked at Ruby Sheldon, "Who has our Betty’s good fortune? She can only desperately climb up to be even at Betty’s level."
"...I don’t want her to climb; it’d be best to kick her right down. So filthy," Ruby Sheldon muttered softly, so that only Autumn Stetford could hear.
Within the living room, there was a small dressing room, and a maid stood like a sentry at the entrance to the living room, with no one else sitting there.
In the outer living room, some were winking and inquiring about Lawrence Winters’ background.
But after asking around, they only knew that last time she was brought by Mrs. Foster to the lavish gathering for a dining event, and she got along well with both Mrs. Foster and Mrs. Sung.
"Why is Mrs. Foster so fond of her?"
"Does she have some exceptional qualities?"
In their circle, appearance is the least consequential factor, because they don’t need it to solidify their status.
They rely on family legacy or husbands.
Someone naturally thought of the heir to the Foster family, that second-generation Edward Foster.
"...I heard that Mrs. Foster has been eager for her son to marry and have grandchildren. Could it be she’s taken a liking to this girl?"
"Eh? That’s quite possible! Looking at the girl’s appearance, she does seem like she’d be good for childbearing..."
A few gossip-loving women thought they had found the truth.
They also felt a sense of pity.
The Foster family’s pedigree needs no mention; they rank in the top five wealthiest families.
In other words, among the people in this living room today, at most only four families could be considered better than theirs; the rest couldn’t compare to the Foster family.
And the men of the Foster family are famously good-looking, not just typically handsome, but even more beautiful than women.
If talking about alliances, women in this circle would almost all be willing to connect with the Foster family.
They hadn’t expected that the Foster family would even be willing to elevate people from outside the circle.
Hmm, they’re really not picky at all.
Amid their chatter, the private secretary Autumn Stetford had sent out earlier returned.
She not only carried a large gift box but also had a fluffy white Pekingese dog tagging along, exactly the "Spot" that Ruby Sheldon had mentioned.
This pet dog was wearing a light champagne dress, and although the style was different, the color was exactly like what Lawrence Winters was wearing.
Lawrence Winters glanced down and saw it, her eyes narrowed, and she felt a rush of anger rising in her chest.
She took a deep breath, telling herself not to get angry.
She was here today to give them a warning, not to let them think they could easily push her around; she has her own backers too!
Mrs. Foster also saw the dog, and when she noticed the color of the dress it wore, her expression changed too.
With a snort, she swirled the red wine glass in her hand.
Just then, the dog wobbled over to her side, and Mrs. Foster seemed startled, quickly stepping back and covering her mouth, "I’m allergic to dog fur..."
Then she sneezed, and the red wine in her hand spilled all over the dog.
The light champagne instantly turned wine red, looking nothing like Lawrence Winters’ dress anymore.
Meanwhile, the private secretary was already swiftly walking towards the living room on the left, unaware of what had happened behind her.
The Pekingese, drenched in red wine, shook its head and wagged its tail, rolling on the ground, as if trying to wipe away the damp feeling on its body.
Everyone saw the fine light-colored Persian carpet being marked with red stains here and there, and couldn’t help but laugh.
Before long, Ruby Sheldon came out with a change of clothes, in a great mood, with Autumn Stetford beside her.
Her face glowed with a sweet smile, and she said to the guests in the living room, "Thank you all for coming to my 21st birthday party. I hope everyone can enjoy the most beautiful time tonight just like me."
As soon as she finished speaking, the Pekingese, recognizing her owner’s voice, immediately got up and rushed over.
It wagged its tail eagerly at Ruby Sheldon, even sticking out its tongue, visibly elated.
Looking down, Ruby Sheldon froze her smile.
Because that dog was wrapped in a wine-red dress, looking exactly like the one she had just changed into!
