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Chapter 1395
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Heather’s eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction. Annabel’s dress had been ruined, so she couldn’t appear at the party right now.
Erica, standing beside Bruce, overheard the exchange. “It’s your birthday, yet all of us are waiting for Annabel. This is absurd,” she remarked.
Just then, Heather and Cathy approached. Arms crossed, Cathy declared, “We all know what kind of person Annabel is, don’t we? Look at my face. She did this p>
Despite the heavy makeup, a faint redness still lingered on Cathy’s right cheek, giving her a strangely comical look.
“Cathy, you said your injury was an accident. Why are you saying this now…” Heather started, then, as if realizing something, trailed off into silence.
Erica’s eyes widened with indignation. “Not accidental. Even before formally marrying into our Benton family, Annabel has been bullying Cathy. If she does become part of this family, who knows what she’ll do next? And now she’s missing from Bruce’s birthday party without a valid reason. This is completely unacceptable p>
Rupert’s expression darkened. He glanced at Erica, who immediately lowered her voice, looked away, and said nothing more.
“Let’s not dwell on it,” Bruce said, moving to smooth things over. “The party has already begun p>
Heather stepped forward with a smile. “Mr. Benton, I brought you a special gift today. I hope you’ll like it p>
Hearing this, everyone turned their attention to Heather. She gave the servants a subtle signal, setting her plan in motion.
A staff member switched on the projection screen to play the birthday tribute Heather had prepared in advance.
But only a few seconds in, the screen flickered. The video cut abruptly to something else entirely, igniting an uproar and twisting the expressions around the room.
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With her back to the screen, Heather noticed the crowd’s reaction and smiled to herself.
When she turned around, though, she was met with Cathy’s stunned face. Cathy pointed at Heather, unable to form the words. “What on earth p>
“How shameless p>
“What is Heather doing? Showing something like this at Bruce’s birthday party is outrageous p>
“I heard Heather’s obsessed with Rupert. Did she lose her mind after finding out he’s engaged to Annabel p>
The whispers left Heather bewildered. She glanced at the screen—and a shrill scream tore from her throat.
She had prepared a slideshow of Annabel’s photos, so why were her pictures on display?
On the screen, a woman appeared intoxicated, sprawled on a sofa in a bar, surrounded by men—some bold enough to touch her. The woman in the photos was Heather.
Heather’s face went deathly pale.
A few days earlier, she had gone drinking with Cathy and had gotten drunk. When she woke up, the chaos around her had terrified her, and she’d fled in a panic. But how had those photos ended up here?