After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 176 - 152: Little Chloe is an Experienced Driver (2 updates)

Chapter 176: Chapter 152: Little Chloe is an Experienced Driver (2 updates)

"Mrs. Fisher, look over there."

From within the banquet venue, someone signaled a lady towards a certain direction.

As Mrs. Fisher of the Fisher family, Felicia Hoftman was making her rounds with the other two highly ranked families today.

She had heard in advance about Chloe Stephens and Yvette Foster’s return to Sheffield City.

Today was her first time meeting Yvette Foster.

Felicia was aware from her son that it was soon time for the Stephens family to annul the engagement. She agreed with this completely.

A waste who was mentally ill, could never be a match for a son of her own stature.

Felicia gave Yvette only a quick glance before moving her gaze away. She had no intentions of acknowledging Yvette Foster.

The Foster family wasn’t even a middle-class family. Even if Yvette Foster married into the wealthy Stephens family, she wouldn’t be suited to stand here.

Felicia wondered how Yvette was allowed into the banquet by the venue management.

Felicia smiled and proceeded in a different direction with a few other noble ladies.

Many people greeted Yvette Foster with only surface-level smiles. No one genuinely wanted to get close to her.

Freya Leonard was eager to see Yvette Foster make a fool of herself.

Look, the gazes of everyone present barely concealed their disdain for her.

Yvette Foster, standing by Freya Leonard’s side, maintained her dazzling smile even amidst the surrounding contempt.

If one didn’t know better, they could even mistake Freya Leonard as her minion.

Although there were no reporters, plenty of photography enthusiasts among the socialites were capturing pictures with their mobile phones and uploading them to their private blogs.

"Yvette, I remember you’re not much of a drinker. Let’s go over there for some tea," suggested Freya.

"Sure."

Yvette followed her to the leisure area.

The waiter had already poured the tea.

Freya Leonard deliberately requested her to pick it up first.

The waiter pushed a cup of tea forward, and Yvette’s hand faltered.

At this moment, someone called out to Freya Leonard from behind.

Freya Leonard turned around to chat with the approaching lady of the Taylor family.

Yvette Foster was wary, so she switched the positions of the two cups of tea.

She picked up a cup, turned to face Freya Leonard and took a sip.

Ninth Lady of the Taylor family glanced towards them and said with a smile, "So this is Chloe’s fiancée! It’s hard to tell that she’s just returned from abroad."

Freya Leonard watched as Yvette Foster drank that particular cup, the corners of her mouth curling slightly into a smirk.

"You flatter me, Ninth Lady Taylor," Yvette murmured modestly.

Freya Leonard almost laughed out loud. Couldn’t Yvette see she was being sarcastic?

That’s highborn women at banquets for you! They can’t even tell when they’re being ridiculed.

All the better for Freya, who watched from the sidelines with amusement!

Ninth Lady Taylor didn’t say anything more, but she was drawn in by the delicate scent of the tea and wanted a cup herself.

"What’s this tea? It smells wonderful!"

Yvette Foster smiled, "Tenth Sister-in-law had this cup especially brewed for me, I’m not sure what kind it is."

Freya Leonard scoffed to herself, if she knew what type of tea it was, she would have already been a rich wife.

Freya Leonard picked up another cup and handed it to Ninth Lady Taylor with a smile, "Ninth Lady Taylor, this is a prized tea from the Stephens family! You should give it a try!"

Ninth Lady Taylor accepted the cup with a laugh and took a sniff. The smile on her face slowly faded.

Just as Freya Leonard was turning to fetch a cup for herself-

Suddenly, she heard Ninth Lady Taylor’s grim voice echo through the room, "Freya Leonard, what is the meaning of this!"

"Slap!"

Ninth Lady Taylor splashed the tea right onto Freya Leonard’s face.

Freya Leonard was stunned!

At the commotion, several people turned their attention towards them.

"Ninth Lady Taylor, what is the matter?" Yvette Foster came to the front, looking at the enraged Ninth Lady Taylor in confusion.

"Putting medicine in the tea, what are you two trying to do, Freya Leonard?"

Ninth Lady Taylor’s voice was not deliberately low, and everyone around them heard clearly.

Their gazes towards Freya Leonard changed.

Yvette Foster widened her eyes in disbelief, glancing at the teacup in her hand with a change in her expression. She looked to Freya and said, "Tenth sister-in-law, did you put something in this tea..."

Ninth Lady Taylor laughed coldly, "Perhaps someone wanted to see you make an embarrassment of yourself and deliberately brought you here."

Freya Leonard recovered her composure, her face was incredibly pale. She tried to explain to Ninth Lady Taylor but was met with different gazes from everyone. Her mind boomed, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Ninth Lady Taylor, the tea was poured by the waiter, I never touched that cup of tea." Freya Leonard stared accusingly at the innocent waiter and huffed, "How dare you tamper with things at an occasion like this. Take him away!"

Ninth Lady Taylor frowned. She wasn’t a fool, it was clear the issue was between Freya Leonard and Yvette Foster.

Only, she had the bad luck of being caught in the crossfire.

If she hadn’t learnt a little about medicine from her connections with the Taylor family, she would not have recognized that distinctive smell.

Thinking of the consequences of having swallowed it, Ninth Lady Taylor remained furiously angry.

Very soon, someone had taken the unsuspecting waiter out of the hall, and everyone eventually relaxed again after the small commotion.

Bearing the strange gazes, and suppressing her uncontrollable anger, Freya Leonard managed to put up a smile for Ninth Lady Taylor.

Yvette Foster’s face turned pale, her hands gripped tightly, looking as if she had been frightened, like a wounded little rabbit.

This image of hers actually earned her a few sympathies from those around her.

They all belonged to the same circle, and who wouldn’t know about the rumors about the Stephens family; the way everyone’s gaze had changed towards Freya Leonard was plainly obvious.

Instead of successful completion, the plan had backfired, leaving her stench-ridden. Freya Leonard squinted her eyes, her gaze fixated on Yvette, whose face held an innocent expression.

There was a split second where she thought that Yvette was just putting on an act!

Those who could enter this venue weren’t fools; they probably figured something out.

From then on, wherever she went, people would talk about her, Freya Leonard, and all the behind-the-scenes tampering she had done.

Though this kind of incident often happened in the circle of the wealthy, it still would only have no effect if such matters remained unseen by others.

With today’s incident out in the open, there would certainly be damage to her reputation.

*

Meanwhile.

Morgan Crowley watched Lily Taylor’s flirtatious hair flips with interest, showing no expression on his face.

"Young Master Crowley?"

"Hmm?"

"I wonder if Young Master Crowley likes watching movies?"

"I wouldn’t call it ’liking.’

"There’s a recent action movie that got released, I wonder if the honor would be mine to ask Young Master Crowley to watch it."

"Action movie?" Morgan Crowley’s expression seemed a bit strange.

Lily Taylor realized his misunderstanding and explained, "It’s a story about the police."

"Oh."

"So, shall I take care of the booking?"

"Go ahead."

Lily Taylor couldn’t take her eyes off Morgan Crowley.

She was pretty impressed with Morgan.

If possible, she wanted to quickly finalize their marriage arrangements.

*

Outside the cinema.

Having collected the tickets, Lily Taylor couldn’t see Morgan Crowley anywhere.

She called him.

"Young Master Crowley, I’ve gotten the tickets, where are you now?"

Morgan Crowley, who was in his car, sounded surprised, "Didn’t I tell Miss Taylor? I never step foot in a movie theatre."

A realization dawned over Lily Taylor; she gripped her mobile phone tightly, a forceful smile remained on her face, "Young Master Crowley, why didn’t you say it earlier?"

"My mistake, I’ve got other matters to attend to. I’ll leave it at that."

Morgan Crowley ended the call.

The muscles around Lily Taylor’s mouth twitched slightly, her smile failed to hold up.

The movie tickets in her hand were crushed into shreds.

*

"Is Little Chloe here to stake out once again?"

Outside the temporary stronghold building, Len Hawthorne chuckled as he stared at the girl leaning lazily against the railings.

Chloe replied flatly: "I want fried rice."

"Let’s go. Big brother will cook it for you."

"Add pineapple chunks."

"Alright."

After about 10 minutes.

Chloe stood inside the cooking block of the grand building, watching the man prepare the meal.

All around were camouflaged men who had just returned from training.

Len Hawthorne held a cigarette in his mouth, skillfully flipping the fried rice in the wok.

With one glance from Len, the crowding camo clad men had no choice but to begrudgingly leave.

They really couldn’t understand the big boss’s style.

They could not even catch a whiff of the big boss’s fried rice.

Accepting the freshly cooked fried rice, Chloe asked while eating, "Is the job done?"

"Ethan’s preparing."

"Hm."

"Slow down, big brother won’t starve you."

"You can forget the formalities."

Len Hawthorne smirked, "If big brother hadn’t been polite, the other day when little Chloe saw young brother..."

"It’s actually not that small."

"..."

He suspected that Little Chloe was an old driver!

But he just couldn’t find the evidence.