CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 42: BANQUET TURMOIL

Her throat felt tight from the heat. She’d had a few drinks at the party and a glass of lemonade. Could there be something wrong?

In the corner, Violet Hargrove glared venomously at Eva Nightingale. That little bitch dared to challenge Isabelle Nightingale, we’ll see what happens to her tonight.

Violet Hargrove gave a meaningful look, immediately her bodyguard understood, and headed towards Eva Nightingale.

"Miss, shall we escort you back to your room?!"

"I’m not going..." Eva Nightingale refused, but she was weak, and the two bodyguards grabbed her, forcibly dragging her away.

"Let go of me, don’t touch me!" she shouted, "How dare you! Do you think you can touch me at will?"

"Miss, there’s no point in resisting," the bodyguard said, pushing her into a room and slamming the door shut, "Bang!!"

"Ah, how dare you, what are you doing!"

However, all the sounds were soon isolated by the door.

...

In the banquet hall, people began to gossip: "Wow, I heard Eva Nightingale got drunk and is up to something with a man upstairs. Tsk tsk, she just got dumped by young Mr. Gu and now she’s shamelessly hooking up with the bodyguard."

"Keeping someone like that around is a disgrace to society!!"

"The Nightingale Family already kicked her out, and now she’s causing trouble at her grandmother’s birthday banquet."

"Oh my god, really?"

"I heard she tried to seduce young Mr. Gu upstairs just now. When that failed, she even went after her own bodyguard—"

"Let’s go see how shameless that woman truly is."

Then, that group of women rushed upstairs to the second floor.

Violet Hargrove and Isabelle Nightingale stood in the corner, smirking, a cruel glint in their eyes. Hmph, Eva Nightingale, caught in bed with someone, you’re done for.

Eva Nightingale’s room was already surrounded by a crowd, packed tight with not only party guests but also many reporters.

They all held phones and cameras, ready to capture the scandalous scene inside.

"Break the door open for me," Violet Hargrove’s voice suddenly rang out. Turning toward the sound, everyone saw a group of bodyguards behind her. At her command, they grabbed tools and charged at the door.

Hmph, is she so sure of success this time?

Just now, that little slut Eva Nightingale should have succumbed to the aphrodisiac and would be eagerly tangled with those two bodyguards. As soon as we open the door, her disgraceful act would be exposed, and her reputation utterly ruined.

"Bang—"

"Bang—"

Two heavy blows and the door was forced open.

Immediately, they heard a man’s low, raspy panting: "Mm, hah..."

In the romantic dimness of the room, the sound was extremely intimate.

"Wow, Eva Nightingale is really doing it with a man in there? So shameless!!"

"Click, click."

"Hurry, take pictures—"

The crowd shoved their way in, pouring into the room.

Before them lay a dimly lit room, shadows intertwining... but it wasn’t Eva Nightingale, it seemed to be two men?!

"No... impossible!" Violet Hargrove was stunned, wasn’t it supposed to be Eva Nightingale in there?

They had planned for Eva Nightingale to be utterly disgraced tonight. Everyone had come upstairs for the scene, but just at the critical moment—it turned out that the people inside weren’t Eva at all?

"Where’s Eva Nightingale? Mrs. Nightingale, didn’t you say Eva was in there? Why are there two men!"

"No... I didn’t say that!" Violet Hargrove adamantly denied, "After all, I’m still her stepmother, essentially her mother, how could I speak ill of her!"