Chapter 1152: Chapter 1152 White Face, Red Face
Several well-off ladies often felt compared to Grace Yarn by their mothers-in-law, so now, meeting her face-to-face, their hearts harbored jealousy and discontent.
Yet on the surface, nothing could be seen. They all put on a friendly face, and their tone was even more cordial.
It started with questions about why Grace had been absent from their gatherings over the years, wondering if she looked down on them.
Grace naturally shook her head and said that wasn’t the case, her words conveying a hint of apology, explaining that it was because of her introverted and quiet nature that she wasn’t used to socializing.
Upon hearing this, the leading lady immediately took Grace’s hand, "What are you talking about? There’s no such thing as being not used to it; just socialize more and it will be fine."
She was playing the ’good cop,’ all accommodating on the face of it.
Hardly had the ’good cop’ lady finished her kind words when the ’bad cop’ lady joined in, her words much sharper, "Maybe Mrs. Quach just loves staying at home, caring for her husband and educating her children. But if you ask me, we well-to-do ladies still need to be cautious. They say men easily turn bad when they get rich. Today he says he’s out discussing business, but who knows, he might end up discussing things in bed."
The ’good cop’ lady’s maiden name was Sun, who married the youngest son of the Quin Family, thus also known as Mrs. Quin. The ’bad cop’ had married into the Lee Family, hence also known as Mrs. Lee.
Mrs. Lee then flipped her long hair and looked at Grace, "Mrs. Quach, wouldn’t you agree that’s sound reasoning?"
Grace looked somewhat lost, and her rebuttal to their words was weak and unassertive, "Oliver wouldn’t do that; I trust him."
Throughout their many years of marriage, Grace and Oliver Quach were considered a model couple among the high-society.
Not just superficially model and loving, they truly cherished each other, or else Oliver would not have been willing to work for the Yarn Clan all these years.
Throughout that time, many had tried and failed to drive a wedge between Oliver and the Yarn Clan.
Once the notorious troublemaker set his heart right, he was more earnest than anyone.
Mrs. Lee had thought of this as well, seething with jealousy. She had once fancied Oliver, even boldly confessed her feelings to him, only for Oliver to give her no face, rejecting her flat out and leaving her embarrassed.
Yet it was Grace, supposedly dull and foolish, who in the end managed to captivate Oliver, while her own husband spent his days carousing, having who knows how many affairs with celebrities and internet stars.
The more Mrs. Lee thought about it, the angrier she became, especially when seeing Grace’s soft and fragile demeanor, it irritated her even more. She deliberately stirred the pot, "Mrs. Quach and President Quach have such a great relationship. Just the other day, I ran into President Quach. A man who works outside often, you better keep an eye out."
In fact, Mrs. Lee hadn’t seen Oliver Quach at all; her words were purely fabricated.
"Well..." Grace frowned, looking somewhat helpless.
Mrs. Quin spoke up again, trying to smooth things over, "Mrs. Lee, what you’ve just said... How could President Quach do such a thing? You’re really worrying over nothing."
Mrs. Lee smiled, "Whether my concern is unwarranted or not, I am simply offering a friendly reminder. If Mrs. Quach doesn’t appreciate it, then let it be."
Grace found herself speechless, standing amidst the ladies like a sheep surrounded by hyenas.
Completely defenseless.
Just as the atmosphere grew heavy, a light feminine voice suddenly carried over.
"Since this lady claims to have seen President Quach, why not call him over, and let’s ask him in person?"
The several affluent ladies instinctively shut their mouths and simultaneously turned around, conveniently creating a path.
