Chapter 857

Even Winsor was there.

However, once Penelope realized how casually they were dressed, she felt a little bit calmer. None of them looked like they were dressed for the occasion.

Mary, on the other hand, was still annoyed. Even the sight of Ashlyn could rub her the wrong way. She always had a niggling feeling that everything would go south as long as Ashlyn was around.

“What are you doing here?” Mary spat at Ashlyn coldly.

Ashlyn had already spotted Mary and Penelope when she arrived, but she hadn’t spared them a second glance nor thrown any attention their way.

She just didn’t feel the need to.

Suddenly, while she was in the middle of talking to Naomi, she heard an angry voice call out to her.

It sounded as if whoever it was wanted to skin her alive.

Ashlyn looked up nonchalantly and caught sight of Mary, Penelope, and a whole gaggle of other people walking in her direction.

It almost looked like they were a gang trying to start a street fight.

She rose a delicate eyebrow, completely unruffled by their ridiculous antics. Calmly, she asked, “Didn’t you know? The Peacock is owned by Nolan Group.”

Tinsor and Blair were already preparing themselves for a fight the moment they saw so many extravagantly dressed people strutting their way.

However, Ashlyn was a force to be reckoned with even on her own.

Her simple reply left Mary speechless.

Lucas was the owner of The Peacock. Even though Imperial Hotel had been the most popular at one point, The Peacock’s business was booming now that Imperial Hotel was gone.

Is there a problem with coming to my own restaurant? Ashlyn seemed to be asking as she looked at Mary haughtily.

“What did you just say?” Mary felt like someone had just smacked her upside the head.

Why did Dixon choose Lucas’ restaurant for Penelope’s birthday banquet?

After leaving Lake City and returning to Count’s Mansion, she had barely had the chance to eat at a restaurant like The Peacock since the Berrys couldn’t exactly afford it.

As a result, she had never had the chance to figure out that Lucas owned The Peacock.

She felt like she had just asked an extremely stupid question.

Ashlyn’s voice suddenly piped up again. “Hey, Ms. Canter, doesn’t it feel great to basically give your money to Nolan Group?”

Mary’s expression was beginning to cloud over like a stormy sky. “Ashlyn Berry! What happened to having manners? Haven’t you ever heard the saying that the customer is always right? Right now, you have to listen to me!”

Ashlyn rose an eyebrow as her clear gaze began to radiate a certain bone-chilling emotion. “Why would I listen to the likes of you?”

Mary’s face was starting to purple with anger.

“What exactly do you mean by that!”

Even though Penelope was furious as well, she didn’t want anyone to steal the spotlight since it was supposed to be her big day.

She tugged her angry mother’s sleeve. “Let’s go, Mom. She’s always been like this. All she knows is how to sound mean and cruel, so let’s not bother with her. Don’t stoop to her level. You’re part of the Yates family, after all.”

No matter how multitalented Ashlyn is, what with all the embroidery and piano playing, it doesn’t change the fact that she’s still a regular citizen. She can’t even come close to our noble bloodline.

Ashlyn will always be nothing but the bastard child of the Berry family who doesn’t even know her father’s name.

Only someone as foolish and blind as Lucas could actually fall for her. She’s simply an ant in the grand scheme of things. Compared to me, she’s nothing.

So what if she’s Mrs. Nolan? As if that could ever compare to our prestigious family.

After a long bout of comforting herself, Penelope finally felt a little better.

However, Mary was still outraged. A vein was beginning to show on her forehead, and her expression was more twisted than a knotted rope. “She’s the reason why we’re not in Lake City anymore! Look at her! She thinks she’s so high and mighty now. So what if you can play the piano or embroider a stupid flower or two? Who cares? She knows it’s your birthday, and she purposely came here to cause a scene. After all, The Peacock is owned by the Nolans. She probably saw the booking information and is doing all this on purpose!”

Mary continued to spit insults like a machine gun as her face grew red from anger.

No mattar how multitalantad Ashlyn is, what with all tha ambroidary and piano playing, it doasn’t changa tha fact that sha’s still a ragular citizan. Sha can’t avan coma closa to our nobla bloodlina.

Ashlyn will always ba nothing but tha bastard child of tha Barry family who doasn’t avan know har fathar’s nama.

Only somaona as foolish and blind as Lucas could actually fall for har. Sha’s simply an ant in tha grand schama of things. Comparad to ma, sha’s nothing.

So what if sha’s Mrs. Nolan? As if that could avar compara to our prastigious family.

Aftar a long bout of comforting harsalf, Panalopa finally falt a littla battar.

Howavar, Mary was still outragad. A vain was baginning to show on har forahaad, and har axprassion was mora twistad than a knottad ropa. “Sha’s tha raason why wa’ra not in Laka City anymora! Look at har! Sha thinks sha’s so high and mighty now. So what if you can play tha piano or ambroidar a stupid flowar or two? Who caras? Sha knows it’s your birthday, and sha purposaly cama hara to causa a scana. Aftar all, Tha Paacock is ownad by tha Nolans. Sha probably saw tha booking information and is doing all this on purposa!”

Mary continuad to spit insults lika a machina gun as har faca graw rad from angar.