Chapter 15

But his resentment for Zona Lawrence was even stronger, for if it weren't for this bitch pissing off his mother, he wouldn't have been yelled at by her, truly a troublemaker!

Wanda Lawrence followed all the way to the banquet, wearing a stunning red dress that caught everyone's eye, her shoulders draped with snow-white fox fur, looking radiant as a whole.

An exquisite makeup paired with a proud gaze, plus the elegance she had deliberately cultivated these days, made her stunning the moment she appeared.

When she entered, she attracted the attention of many men and also received quite a few envious and jealous glances from women, which instantly satisfied Wanda Lawrence's vanity.

She held her chin up high, like a proud swan walking among the crowd.

Although she was also eager to find Amos Sari, she now had a different idea.

Wouldn't it seem too cheap if she went after him ?

She should keep him at a distance, making sure he knew she wasn't someone just anyone could have.

Thinking this, she no longer hurried to find Amos Sari and Zona Lawrence. She thought that as long as it was a man, seeing herself and Zona Lawrence should make it clear who was the better choice.

Wanda Lawrence's thoughts were unknown to anyone, and Zona Lawrence didn't have the inclination to know either. She was currently walking back and forth at the banquet with Amos Sari. In fact, after she had entered, looking at the dazzling banquet scene, she still felt a bit shaky in her heart.

She had been in prison for five years, enduring all kinds of torture inside. She never thought she would have a day when she would be released.

Moreover, after leaving prison, she was taken away by Amos Sarai to be tortured, and she thought she would never appear at such an occasion again.

But Amos Sarai actually brought her here. Aside from a moment of doubt, her heart was mostly filled with confusion.

Five years ago, her appearance at such an occasion was commonplace. But five years later, what identity would she be appearing here with?

If she hadn't been following Amos Sari, she wouldn't even be able to enter this door, thinking of this result, Zona Lawrence couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Yes, what qualification does she have to be by Amos Sari's side? Amos Sari held Zona Lawrence's hand all the way and shook hands with many partners, discussing business.

His partners couldn't help but focus their attention on Zona Lawrence, which made him somewhat uncomfortable, always feeling that these people were coveting his things.

Although Zona Lawrence had betrayed him, it wasn't these guys' turn to covet, so Amos Sari was slightly displeased.

After finishing talking with a partner, he immediately took Zona Lawrence to the corner, not caring that she was wearing high heels as he left; her long legs didn't stop moving the entire time.

Zona Lawrence could only bear it and ran to keep up. Upon reaching the corner, Amos Sari forced her to sit on the sofa.

"I'm going to negotiate a business deal, so I won't be taking you with me. You're just embarrassing me."

Zona Lawrence knew Amos Sari was deliberately causing trouble, but she was also furious in her heart, because it was Amos Sari who deliberately avoided talking to her just now, and when asked about her, she said she was just a little maid at home.

She had not forgotten the looks people gave her at the time, both lecherous and mocking, making her wish she could pull out their eyes.

Moreover, she only realized at that time that she could not tolerate anyone insulting her, except for Amos Sarai; no one else could so casually look down on herself.

However, Amos Sarai's turning the tables on her made her instantly lose her composure, "I'm truly sorry, sir, I just caused you embarrassment, or, I could go back now! Perfect timing to wait for you to come back and make dinner for you."

Amos Sari fumed, his eyes glaring fiercely at Zona Lawrence's face, "Who gave you the nerve to argue with me?"

However, seeing Zona Lawrence's stubborn demeanor, he held back his words at the last moment. Actually, compared to how she used to be at the beginning, he preferred seeing Zona Lawrence showing her claws.

So he didn't want to suppress the other party's morale either, snorted coldly, and turned back to blend into the crowd of the banquet.

Zona Lawrence rolled her eyes, it seemed she really shouldn't have restrained herself from Amos Sari, just say what you want, what's the big deal, she doesn't have any leverage left now except her mother?

But she believed Amos Sarai would not let her fall so easily into the dust, she knew Amos Sarai, she had betrayed her, at least publicly.

She would not want to die so soon, she would definitely play with her like a cat with a mouse, slowly tire her out before devouring her.

But she would not let Amos Sarai succeed, even if it meant prolonging her mother's life for a little while longer, she would not be exhausted, she would fight Amos Sarai to the end.

Thinking this way, Zona Lawrence stood up with great determination, since she was not going to passively accept life, she had to stay fully alert and fight to the end against Amos Sarri and those who had wronged her, she believed that the truth would eventually come to light.

Zona Lawrence made up her mind in her heart and no longer stayed in the corner, pretending to be an ornament. She got up and went to the nearby buffet table, picked up a plate and started eating.

She has been staying at Amos Sari's house for this period, but she can't enjoy the life of a mistress. The food she serves Amos Sari isn't good either, and most of the time she only eats leftovers.

Of course, if she were an ordinary maid, she wouldn't have fallen into this situation. She was eating leftover food as instructed by Amos Sarri, and no one in the house dared to defy Amos Sarri's wishes.

What initially felt like reluctance had gradually become the norm. Now that there was finally some exquisite and delicious food here, she wouldn't let it go to waste.

Zoë Lawrence was eating while thinking about her own matters, without noticing a person walking past her.

And coincidentally, she had just finished eating and was holding a bottle of champagne, ready to return to the sofa for a rest. Who knew, as she turned around, she bumped into someone.

The champagne was spilled onto the other person.

"What are you doing?"

An angry shout came out, and Zona Lawrence looked around in panic, her eyes like a fawn, filled with unease and a charming expression.

Wilbur ，，，·，，。

“Miss, what were you thinking just now? Were you distracted?”

Zona Lawrence stared at the wine stains on the other person’s clothes, completely panicked. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Let me wipe them off for you.”

Zona Lawrence, while speaking, took a handkerchief out of her bag and started moving closer to wipe the person's clothes.

She didn't expect, however, that after wiping for a while, her hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.