Chapter 6

Tyler Hart looked cold as he uttered, "Try it, then."

Vicky scoffed and walked away proudly.

After getting out of the elevator, she returned to the banquet hall. She looked around for Cece when all of a sudden, a glass of red wine spilled onto her evening gown.

The waitress, with a tray in her hand, seemingly did not notice her, so the wine was spilled onto her dress.

The waitress frantically stammered, evidently on the verge of tears, "Mrs. Hart, I'm sorry… I'm really sorry!"

Seeing this, Vicky said, "It's fine. I'm just going to change into a clean outfit."

She thus went to the elevator to go upstairs.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened, and a tall man walked out elegantly. Glancing at her, he saw the wine stain on her evening gown.

Vicky held her breath for a short moment when she noticed Tyler's gaze. She slowly made her way into the elevator before the man blocked her way with a sarcastic smile.

"What's wrong with your outfit, Mrs. Hart?"

Vicky balled her hands tightly. Every time this jerk spotted her, she would be bombarded by mockery and sarcastic comments!

Alas, it seemed as though luck wasn't on her side.

She sneered, "Mr. Hart, do you remember that you're the CEO of Hart Corporation? You have a prestigious status. Don't you feel cheap by having such a gloating look on your face?"

"Oh, so caring for my wife is cheap?" He sized her up and pretended to be curious. "Then, does Mrs. Hart think of herself as a cheap woman, too?"

The elevator doors were about to close while they were talking and no one else had entered. Having nothing to retort with, the annoyed Vicky silently stormed into the elevator.

Since she was about to divorce Tyler, she thought they could end things peacefully instead of winding up in a difficult situation. In spite of that, every time he spoke, he could precisely irritate her, making her want to beat the living hell out of him.

When the elevator doors closed automatically, his annoying—though evidently still charming—face finally disappeared from her sight.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Tyler looked at the waitress standing beside him, saying, "Well done."

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Looking in the mirror, Vicky was dumbfounded by the reflection of the outfit she had just changed into.

This was a long sleeve top and a pair of long pants. Theoretically speaking, the banquet would prepare different sizes of evening gowns for emergency. With that, she quickly looked at the other outfits in the closet.

These evening gowns all matched her size, but they were just too… ugly, old-fashioned, and—

One word appeared in her mind, and it was exactly the word Tyler said before: grotesque.

It was summer, so it was hot and dry. It felt hot even in short sleeves, tops, and shorts, not to mention how hot it was to be wearing long sleeve tops and long pants. If she was to walk out in this outfit…

She could scare the hell out of people just by walking on the street, let alone attending a birthday party! It was Senior Hart's birthday celebration today. Many prestigious and powerful guests attended the event. If she were to show up in this outfit, she would become the joke of the night!

Somehow, the way Tyler smiled evilly popped into Vicky's mind when he saw the wine stain on her evening gown, and her eyes widened.

"It's that jerk!"

She had reason to believe Tyler had instructed the waitress to spill wine onto her and purposely made her wear such an ugly outfit, just to make a fool out of her at the birthday party!

"So despicable!"

Just because she had embarrassed the two mistresses from the Young family, this was how he took revenge for them?

Vicky was infuriated and prepared to change back to her previous evening gown. Suddenly, her phone rang.

She took out her phone and noticed it was Cece calling. The moment she answered the call, however, Cece's frantic voice came.

"Vicky, save me! I— Ah!" Cece did not manage to finish her sentence before her phone seemed to have dropped to the floor.

Vicky’s face changed as she asked "Cece! Where are you—?"

Before she could finish, the busy dial tone beeped. She tried to call back, but no one answered.

She quickly strode out of the room to look for Cece and did not care about changing back to her previous evening gown.

As she left the room, she noticed a commotion in the hallway. A lot of people were heading toward a room and gossiping while gloating.

"Is it real? Was the fight that fierce?"

"Heck, yeah. We can hear the sounds, even with the door closed."

"So indecent to have this happening during Senior Hart's birthday party!"

"I wonder who that shameless woman is…"

A terrible gut feeling arose within Vicky when she heard the gossip. She noticed a huge group of people standing in front of a room, and she quickly walked toward them. As she pushed through the crowd, she was stunned to see Cece in the room.

Cece was looking at a place, visibly stunned as her fear and panic filled her eyes. Her face was pale, and her expression looked stiff.

Vicky looked in the direction Cece was looking, and her pupils shrunk.

A wealthy-looking young man was lying on the floor with his eyes closed and his head bleeding. His blood dribbled down his forehead and stained the white carpet, shocking onlookers to the core.

The first thing Vicky did was check on the man's breathing, and she felt rather relieved to discover he was still alive. After that, she took out her phone to call 911 and applied simple treatment to stop the guy from bleeding. Only then did she take the time to look at Cece.

She asked, "Cece, what happened?"

Cece shuddered and finally came to her senses. She stuttered in a shaky voice, "A… A waiter came to me just now. She said you were waiting for me at the lounge, but when I got here, I—I realized that a stranger was here instead of you, and he… he attempted to molest me!

"I fought and struggled, but I accidentally injured him…"

At that time, she tried to call Vicky to get help, but the guy snatched her phone and smashed it to the floor.

Cece, having never experienced such a terrifying moment, picked up the lamp and smashed it onto the guy to knock him out in a panic.

When Vicky knew the whole story, she realized someone had plotted this to set Cece up.

This was the first time Cece attending a dinner party with her, and Cece had no enmity with other guests.

Vicky’s eyes flashed as a thought appeared in her mind. She looked up at the onlookers at the door.

Her sharp eyes fell onto Sasha, who stood in the crowd.

"It's you!"

Guilt flashed past Sasha's eyes, but before she could refute this claim, someone pushed her way through the crowd.

It was a graceful and poised middled-age woman.

When she saw the unconscious young man lying on the floor, she reeled back in shock for a brief moment before she rushed to him and began to wail.

"Hector! My precious! What happened to you?!"