Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 363: Who Invited Hannah?

Chapter 363: Who Invited Hannah?

Ella smiled lightly, her gaze holding a touch of icy sarcasm. "Why wouldn’t you be allowed? This is Ms. Fox’s birthday party. As long as you’re her guest, you’re welcome to have some cake. Have you forgotten so much in those three years of being unwell?"

Hannah shrank back, her expression shifting to one of near-tears. "Sister..."

Ella pressed her lips together. "Hannah, after all those years away, you should visit Auntie soon."

Hannah paused, startled. "You mean my mother?"

"Yes."

"I’ll go see her tomorrow," Hannah replied softly, a fleeting glint of resentment passing through her eyes before disappearing.

Ella said nothing more, and Logan scoffed, looking as though he’d lash out if not for Eric’s approach.

Hannah’s bodyguards and maids trailed her protectively, as if they feared Ella might harm her.

"What’s going on? We’ll have cake soon. Are you hungry already?" Eric asked with a lighthearted smile as he joined them.

Ella shook her head. "Not at all, but that cake is so beautifully made. Let’s take a photo."

As Ella moved toward the cake, Hannah followed, but she stepped right onto the back of Ella’s shoe.

Reacting as if she’d stepped on a snake, Hannah yelped and stumbled in her high heels, nearly falling, only to be caught by Logan in time.

Ella’s heel throbbed, but she looked back calmly. "Hannah, why so clumsy? What were you thinking about to be so distracted?"

At her question, Hannah’s eyes filled with tears. "Sister, it was an accident. Please don’t be mad at me!"

Ella felt a twinge of irritation at Hannah’s theatrics. "It’s fine. Just be more careful next time."

Trying to provoke her into losing her composure? Not a chance.

Hannah nodded, visibly disheartened.

Eric’s gaze turned cold as he looked directly at Hannah, who felt the chill and quickly lowered her head.

"Mr. Nelson, are you planning to stand up for Mrs. Nelson?" Logan asked with a sarcastic smile.

"Stand up? Stand up for what? Does Mr. Scott think that Ms. Hannah stepped on my wife’s heel on purpose?" Eric’s response was sharp, drawing the attention of those nearby.

Hannah kept her head down, a look of innocent distress on her face. "That’s not what I meant!"

Logan huffed, and Ella shot him a look. "Let’s go. I’d like to get that photo."

Eric wrapped his arm around Ella’s waist, leading her away, their closeness drawing envious looks from the onlookers.

Tiffany glanced at Ella, her gaze cool, though a slight smile lingered on her face.

The towering eighteen-layer cake was a popular photo spot, with celebrities and guests taking selfies and sharing them on social media.

Ella took a photo herself, intentionally capturing Tiffany in the frame.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, with no further antics from Hannah. She seemed to understand that even an "innocent rabbit" act could wear thin, coming off as insincere if overplayed.

After Tiffany’s birthday party wrapped up, Ella and Eric chatted in the car. The driver steered smoothly as they made their way home.

"So, what do you think? Eighteen layers of cake—isn’t that impressive? Feel a bit jealous?" Eric teased, gently cupping her cheek.

"What’s there to be jealous of? I doubt the taste was any different!" Ella raised an eyebrow. "Let me think about a few things in peace. I’ll go over them with you in a bit."

Eric chuckled. "Seems like you’re becoming more insightful by the day."

Ella pressed her lips together, quietly accepting his compliment.

Once home, Ella lazily draped herself across the sofa in their bedroom.

Like a prowling beast, Eric moved in, capturing her mouth in a kiss. "Spill it. What were you just thinking about? If I didn’t know you better, I’d think I was dealing with a philosophy master here."

Ella pushed his face away. "Tell me, who sent Hannah the invitation?"

Eric rolled over beside her, freeing her from his weight, and whispered near her ear, "The invitations were sent out by our team. The company provided a list of stars, but Tiffany herself was given a stack of additional invites to extend to anyone we may have missed or private friends she wanted to bring."

Ella’s eyes lit up. "You’re saying Tiffany invited Hannah?"

"It’s possible. But we can’t rule out that someone else might have given Hannah the invitation."

Ella frowned, thinking hard. She’d had no previous conflict with Tiffany, though Tiffany’s look of subtle disdain and pride might simply be her nature.

"Are you suspicious of Tiffany?"

Eric’s expression turned serious.

Ella nodded. "If it was her, I just don’t understand why she’d align herself with Hannah. What could she possibly gain?"

Eric chuckled, giving her ear a playful bite. "Ella, you’re starting to sound like a detective."

Ella snorted. "I’m just cautious, that’s all."

"Relax. It’s unlikely to be Tiffany. I’d already looked into her background with Hannah before agreeing to sign her. They don’t know each other."

Ella was surprised; she hadn’t expected Eric to be so thorough.

"Tiffany’s the type who built her career on her own merits," Eric continued, gently brushing a hand through her hair. "She has no interest in attaching herself to powerful connections, which is how she managed to thrive on pure talent in Country W. In Country S, where there’s no shortage of under-the-table deals, someone with her integrity would struggle. Of course, there are exceptions—take Amanda, for instance. She managed to skyrocket without either of us having to play the ’casting couch’ game."

He chuckled, his hand still brushing her hair.

Ella nodded, remembering the articles she’d read about Tiffany, a woman who earned admiration for her genuine talent and beauty.

So Tiffany’s massive fanbase in Country S was deserved, driven by both her looks and skills. It seemed unlikely she was the kind to play shady games. But then, who had sent the invitation to Hannah?

"Stop worrying," Eric whispered, his voice a blend of charm and mischief. "Let’s go take a bath, and afterward, I’ll let you in on a little game."

Ella’s heart quickened, but before she could reply, Eric swept her up in his arms.

"What kind of game?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"You’ll find out soon enough."

"Give me a hint!" Ella wrinkled her nose.

Eric laughed wickedly, a devilish smile spreading across his face. "A game of devil and the maid."