Morwenna had no clue what a bitch was like, but what she did know was that Adelaide was certainly making a scene.
Adelaide snapped, "Aren't you going to apologize? They're just spoiled and uncouth because of their upbringing. That's no reason to resort to violence."
"Don't listen to her excuses, Adelaide. Call the police. We need to call the police," another voice chimed in.
âThe bruises on me are proof enough. I'm pressing charges!â
Adelaide, dressed in an extravagant gown and flawless makeup, sternly instructed the boutique assistant, âPlease, call the police.â
Morwenna stood there in her worn clothes and bare face, a stark contrast to the opulence around her.
The discerning eyes of SY Boutiqueâs assistant could immediately tell the rich from the poor. The difference between these two women was glaringly obvious.
"Right away, Ms. Gallagher. Weâll handle it," the assistant complied promptly, satisfying Adelaide.
Traditionally, Adelaide attended the private gatherings with Stuart alone.
This time, Stuart had unexpectedly decided to bring Morwenna along.
With two dates, Stuart would make Adelaide the laughingstock of the event. She couldnât let that happen.
Originally, Adelaide had orchestrated a confrontation to mar Morwennaâs appearance or at least get her hair cut, ensuring she couldnât attend the gala. Who knew her minions would be so incompetent?
But now, it didn't matter.
If Morwenna got arrested, she wouldnât make it to the event anyway.
Adelaide hadnât lifted a finger herself. Others had instigated the fight, and others were calling the police.
Even if Stuart found out later, he wouldnât blame her.
Adelaide smiled smugly, satisfied with her machinations.
Just then, the store manager rushed over, scanned the group of women, and his gaze settled on Morwenna.
âAre you Ms. Winslet?â she asked with a bright and welcoming smile.
Morwenna nodded solemnly, âYes, thatâs me. I admit I hit someone, but it was in self-defense.â
The manager nodded seriously, almost bowing slightly, âYes, Iâve reviewed the surveillance footage. Ms. Winslet was indeed acting in self-defense.â
Surprised, Morwenna wasnât used to someone from Rosefrost Hollow siding with her.
Adelaide and her companions were stunned.
Turning to the other two women, the manager politely inquired, âAre you sure you want to press charges? The surveillance clearly recorded the sequence of events. Your actions constitute deliberate harm, which is punishable by law.â
The two women looked dumbfounded, turning to Adelaide for cues.
Adelaideâs face darkened.
She knew these store managers and assistants usually kept out of customer disputes. What was happening today?
The woman who had been hit, seeing Adelaide silent, gritted her teeth and said, âActually, you know, this whole thing is just a mix-up.â
The manager smiled.
Morwenna was astonished. Could things turn out this way?
The manager no longer paid any mind to the others, turning to Morwenna with a smile, âMs. Winslet, your gown has been prepared. Shall I take you to the second floor to get dressed?â
The second floor was SY Boutiqueâs VIP section. Ordinary people couldnât even step foot there, regardless of their wealth.
Clearly, this was Stuartâs doing.
Adelaide changed her expression and couldnât help but ask, âWhat about me?â
The manager replied politely, âIâm sorry, but we have no arrangements noted for Ms. Gallagher.â
With that, the manager led Morwenna upstairs.
Adelaide couldnât hold back her anger any longer.
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