Chapter 116
Cynthia couldn't care about anything else at this moment—she just wanted to get out of this place that had embarrassed her so badly.
So she warned Elara in a low voice: "If you ruin your reputation, what decent family would want to marry you in the future?"
Sure enough, as soon as Cynthia said this, Elara backed down immediately.
She lowered her head, bit her lip, and reluctantly squeezed out from her throat: "Sorry."
Charlotte looked at her coldly: "I didn't hear that."
Others chimed in: "Yeah, it was too quiet, we didn't hear it either."
Elara was about to cry. If it weren't for worrying about her reputation, she would never apologize to Charlotte!
But in the end, she still shouted out humiliatingly and loudly: "I'm sorry!"
As soon as she finished shouting, she turned around and rushed out the door, crying.
Cynthia, anxious, embarrassed and angry, had no choice but to say "sorry" with a stiff face, then lowered her head and walked out quickly, her face full of humiliation.
Behind them came a chorus of boos.
Cynthia and Elara got nothing and returned home in disgrace. The two of them spent the whole day on edge.
It wasn't until late at night, when Cynthia had Elara confirm again and again that what happened in the store that day hadn't been posted online, that she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, thinking about how she had bragged in front of those socialites that she would definitely attend the party the day after tomorrow with the newest limited edition bag, Cynthia started worrying again.
Meanwhile, that afternoon, Charlotte got dressed up and waited wholeheartedly for Landon to pick her and Philip up for the party.
Keith had told her several times that Alexander was determined to promote Sabrina, using his status as CEO of the Forbes Group and Lynn's son-in-law to take Sabrina around to various design industry events.
Even this birthday party for the old president wasn't originally planned to be so grand, but Alexander, in order to help Sabrina build more connections, actually contributed money and effort to persuade the old president to invite nearly half the design circle.
His efforts were truly painstaking.
It was fine if Alexander wanted to promote Sabrina, but using Lynn's name was absolutely unacceptable.
At five o'clock sharp, Landon appeared downstairs right on time.
Although he already knew about Charlotte's beauty, seeing her looking perfect from her hair to her toes for the first time, Landon was still momentarily dazed.
After getting in the car, Landon suddenly turned around to look at Charlotte: "The little cake was very good."
What did he mean by that?
Just a polite remark? Or was he hinting that he wanted to eat more in the future?
Whatever, he had paid such a high fee afterall—what was the big deal about making him a little cake?
After quickly sorting out her thoughts, she smiled slightly: "Then I'll send you another one next time I make them."
"Good." Having gotten the answer he wanted, Landon's eyes curved in a smile, then he turned back around and said nothing more.
They drove in silence toward the old president's villa in the suburbs.
By this time, Alexander had already arrived at the scene with Sabrina and Owen.
Sabrina had also dressed up carefully today.
And she had thoughtfully helped Alexander and Owen coordinate their outfits.
Now standing beside Alexander and Owen, the three attractive people looked so well-matched, like a family, drawing quite a bit of praise.
Some people who knew the inside story even joked with Alexander that only an excellent career woman like Sabrina was worthy of him. They suggested he just divorce Charlotte and marry Sabrina.
The one making the most noise was Quentin, who had lost face at the kindergarten parent-child competition last time.
Somehow, after the parent-child competition ended, Quentin had gotten connected with Sabrina and even recognized her as his goddaughter.
Because of this, in other people's eyes, the Forbes Group, which Quentin originally wasn't optimistic about, had become Quentin's most reliable ally.
So everyone was secretly guessing that after the old president retired next month, the person taking over as president would be Quentin.
As for Keith, who originally had a chance to compete with him, he now had no hope at all.
Keith had also arrived at the party early. Hearing all this gossip, his face turned red with anger.
He wasn't angry for himself, but because those people were putting Charlotte down.
"This is too much! I can't let them put Charlotte down like this."
Keith was about to rush off angrily to confront those criticizing Charlotte, but Trevor stopped him: "Keith, today is the old president's birthday after all. Let them say what they want—why bother arguing with them?"
Keith understood this reasoning, but in the end could only sigh and punch his own thigh: "But I just feel I've let Lynn down by not taking good care of her daughter."
On the other side, Quentin was triumphantly walking around with Sabrina, introducing her one by one to the elites of the design circle.
At this moment, he noticed Keith. After a malicious smile appeared at the corner of his lips, he led Sabrina directly over to Keith.
"Keith, let me introduce you to my goddaughter, Sabrina."
Quentin smiled at Keith while raising his wine glass: "Sabrina has a connection to you as well—she's also Lynn's daughter."
Sabrina looked obedient and raised her wine glass to Keith as told: "Mr. Wood, nice to meet you."
Keith just held his glass with a cold face, saying nothing.
Sabrina took a sip and finished the red wine in her glass, giving Keith a sweet smile.
Trevor didn't want the scene to get too awkward, so he secretly tugged at Keith's sleeve: "Keith, at least have a drink, don't make this too ugly."
Seeing people around them looking over, Keith reluctantly raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, feeling depressed.
Quentin and Sabrina exchanged glances and applauded together.
Keith waved his hand: "Stop, I'm not familiar with Miss Spencer."
Sabrina's eyes turned cold, but she quickly put on a pitiful smile again: "Mr. Wood, I don't know why you don't like me, but I've always respected you."
She bit her lip, looking even more fragile and innocent: "If Charlotte said something bad to you that made you misunderstand me, I won't blame her."
"I just ask that you give me a chance to learn from you."
Quentin also fanned the flames from the side: "Keith, you can dislike me, but you can't bully Sabrina."
"By the way, didn't I hear you say before that Lynn's daughter would come too? Where is she? Don't tell me she knew this was a big event and didn't dare to come?"
After this performance by the two of them, the guests at the scene, especially those who went with the wind, also started pointing and whispering about Keith.
Keith, who was straightforward by nature and couldn't stand Quentin's dark behavior, clenched his fists and was about to lose his temper when suddenly there was a commotion at the entrance.