NOVPUBChapter 1111: 510 Unscathed_1 Chapter 1111: 510 Unscathed_1 “Autumn, you’re here too.” Seraphina Parker greeted with surprise.
“You haven’t been home for a long time. 𝘯𝑜𝑣𝑝𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
Mom always mentions you.”
Brenda Lopez, sitting in the rest area, applied makeup in front of the mirror.
She replied without lifting her head, sounding indifferent: “Oh, it’s my sister-in-law.”
With a casual glance, she caught sight of Esther standing on the side, with a forced smile: “This is the first time for you to attend such an occasion, isn’t it, second sister-in-law?”
Esther replied politely: “Younger sister.”
The stunning beauty in front of her, as chill as autumn frost, was her husband, Kardian Lopez’s, twin sister, Brenda Lopez.
She had only met Brenda on the day of her wedding.
Brenda rarely returned to the Lopezs and, after her marriage to the Whites, it became even more difficult to see her.
However, every encounter with her left a deep impression.
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Brenda had a particularly bad temper.
Even the old woman didn’t dare to provoke her.
Just one look at her face, and you could tell she was no easy person to deal with.
Brenda Lopez, with her exquisite makeup, radiated charm, bright and dazzling.
Her refined elegance complimented the splendid majesty of the grand hall, she was definitely a beauty that people found hard to take their eyes off of.
When those willow leaf-like eyebrows gently knitted together, she displayed a pitiful vulnerability, tempting others to show her mercy.
However, when those eyes gaze at you, it feels as if you are being stalked by a venomous snake, which was rather uncomfortable.
“Second sister-in-law, you have been increasingly radiant lately.
It seems you and second brother have been getting along well.”
Changing the subject with a sarcastic smile: “Oh, my dear sister-in-law, has it been such a long time?
How come you look like you’ve aged several years?
It’s said that women who don’t bear children age slower.
Why is it the opposite for you?”
Seraphina Parker’s face drained of color, she knew that no good would come from running into Brenda.
But in the presence of so many people, she didn’t know whether to laugh or to get mad.
Would she dare to get angry?
Even the old woman didn’t dare to show her displeasure to Brenda.
Esther had little interaction with Brenda, but she had suffered enough in her hands.
The experience she garnered told her to stay silent.
Unlike Seraphina Parker, Brenda was just asking to be scolded.
In the mirror appeared a face drawing closer.
Brenda slapped the makeup compact shut with a “snap”, turned around to examine Nana Breezent, and burst into laughter.
Her laughter instantly attracted a large number of eyes.
Such levity was deeply disrespectful in this solemn and refined setting.
Brenda, on the other hand, laughed heartily, as if she were alone.
Her laughter was so intense that tears streamed down her face.
Pointing at Nana Breezent, she said: “Oh my God, which plastic surgeon worked their magic on you?
You’re a total success.
Your double eyelids are so deep you could plow fields, and your chin is so sharp, it could kill.
Do you lack so much confidence in your own appearance, Nana?
You were more pleasing to the eyes before.”
Nana Breezent rolled up her sleeves and cursed: “Shut your foul mouth, Brenda Lopez!
What does my plastic surgery have to do with you?
You, a dog trying to catch rats – meddling in other’s business.
You should take a good look at yourself in the mirror.
You look ridiculous.”
Seraphina Parker and Esther were both surprised to see Nana Breezent daring to snap back at Brenda, she was really brave.
Catherine Liam, together with the astounded Madam White, Charlotte Aria, and Stella White, were all watching from the side.
These were reputed socialites of Lostswav.
Now, they were arguing like fishwives on the street, so uncultured.
From the VIP channel, a group was escorting Cello Cook and Anton Cook towards the elevator.
Yet, the loud verbal abuse from the two women was unmistakably audible.
Cello Cook paused and turned his head to look over.
“What’s happening?”
The person in charge of the event wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: “I apologize, Mr.
Cook.
I’m going to handle this right away.
Please, wait in the VIP room for a moment.”
Anton Cook stood with his arms folded, raising an eyebrow: “Where there are women, there are battlefields.”
Cello Cook narrowed his eyes and gave him a look: “Behave yourself.
I brought you here today to broaden your horizons, so don’t cause any trouble for me.”
“Elder brother, do you think I love to cause trouble that much?” Anton Cook responded discontentedly.
“Did you cause less trouble?”
“Mr.
Cook.” A warm voice suddenly sounded.
Cello Cook frowned, and came face to face with Matthew Aria who was all smiles.
“The organizers must have burned some high-grade incense to be able to invite you.”
“Mr.
Aria.”
The two shook hands and quickly separated.
Matthew Aria looked at Anton Cook eagerly: “This must be the famous third young master Cook, right?
Indeed, he is a talented and handsome young man, reminding me of Mr.
Cook in his younger days.”
Anton Cook responded politely: “Uncle Aria.”
Looking at the man standing tall and upright behind Matthew Aria, he winked and smiled: “Young Uncle!”
