âNeera, you should stop acting so high and mighty. What right do you have? Youâve lived in the countryside since you were a child, and itâs only by sheer luck that youâre enjoying good days now.
Youâve managed to attach yourself to the Beauvort family, but thatâs all down to chance. Havenât you ever heard the saying, âThose who are undeserving of their position will face disasterâ? This is your retribution!â
Neera chuckled, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She casually retorted, âRetribution? What retribution of mine? How would I know if Iâve received any retribution?â
Nicole sneered, âNow that your worthless adoptive parents have exposed your true colors, youâve become the object of everyoneâs scorn. Isnât this retribution? Iâm curious to see how youâll continue to be arrogant and domineering! And all those personas youâve built, theyâve all been ruined. How many people will believe in you in the future? I reckon youâre about to become a street rat, despised and hunted by everyone. What else can you possibly brag about?â
Neera was unbothered. âIs that all?â
Originally, Nicole wanted to see her expression change, looking frustrated and upset.
Seeing her nonchalant expression, she felt as if she was punching cotton, which was extremely frustrating.
However, she herself couldnât keep calm anymore, her tone somewhat rushed.
âWhat else do you expect? Do you really think your position is as stable as a rock, unshakeable by anyone? Donât make me laugh. Youâre only untouchable because youâve latched onto the Beauvort family. No one dared to say anything, but now the Beauvort family is being talked about because of your involvement. Do you think youâre still the same Neera everyone used to praise? This is just the beginning. Your true colors will be stripped away bit by bit! Iâll just stand by and watch, witnessing the moment you fall from the clouds and get trampled in the mud!â
Neera didnât seem to care at all. She chuckled lightly and responded leisurely, âIs that so? Well, you can wait as long as you like, do as you please. I wonât keep you company here. What a waste of time.â
After she finished speaking, she couldnât be bothered to give her another glance. As her gaze shifted, it was immediately drawn to a figure that appeared in the cafe.
Nicole frowned, her expression already looking somewhat displeased.
Seeing her gaze shift elsewhere, she followed suit and instantly understood something.
âSo thatâs it, you came here for your little brother, didnât you? Tsk, tsk, who would have thought that waiter is your brother? I really donât know how you have the nerve to see him!â
Neera glanced at her. âIf you donât know anything, then shut up. Why all the unnecessary chatter?â
Upon being rebuked, Nicole choked for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing in response.
Just as she was about to retort, suddenly, a deep voice echoed.
âNeera, why havenât you gone in yet?â
This voice was incredibly pleasing to the ear, low, and filled with magnetism. Yet, at this moment, it was tinged with a hint of melancholy.
Nicole was taken aback for a moment, instinctively turning her head to look back. Immediately, she was captivated by Jeanâs handsome face, her eyes fixed on him unwaveringly.
10:38 Mon, 11 Dec y g âYou areâ¦â she opened her mouth and asked.
When Jean approached just now, he heard this womanâs incessant chatter, so naturally, he looked grim. He glanced at her indifferently, didnât bother to respond, and directly took Neeraâs hand. âLetâs go.
Letâs head in.â
Neera nodded slightly, indicating that she wanted to go inside.
At that moment, Nicole looked at the two people holding hands and immediately realized what was happening.
So, this tall and handsome man is actually the CEO of Beauvort Group, Jean!
At that moment, a wave of jealousy surged within her. Without a second thought, she called out loudly to Neera just as she was about to push the door open.
âNeera! Who would have thought youâd be so lucky, managing to reach such great heights? I wonder how many generations of good fortune youâve accumulated!â
This statement was filled with sarcasm.
Neera didnât catch on, assuming she was just trying to pick a fight again. She turned her head and glanced at her.
âWhether I accumulate good fortune or not and whether Iâm lucky or not, what does it have to do with you? Are we close? Ms. Meyer, your knack for forcing a conversation is getting better and better. Donât you find it tiring? Instead of spending your energy on this, you might as well go back and get some more sleep. It would be more worthwhile.â
At that moment, Jean suddenly spoke, his voice still indifferent.
âWho says sheâs the lucky one? I should be the one considered lucky. Miss, you donât know the whole story, so itâs better to speak less.â
After he finished speaking, he took Neera by the hand, and they walked into the cafe.
The cafe door swiftly closed in front of Nicole.
She watched the retreating figures of the two people through the glass door, seething with anger to the point where her face turned green.
Why does Neera get to be so lucky, ending up with such a high-quality man? Sheâs nothing but a lowly wretch!
And judging by Jeanâs look just now, itâs clear that he was wholeheartedly enjoying himself!
For what?
Whatâs so special about that woman that sheâs worth cherishing by such a high and mighty figure like him?
There are plenty of women who are better than her!
If weâre talking about family background, Iâm streets ahead of that lowlife!
Every time she thought about it, her dissatisfaction only grew.
She had heard long ago that the CEO of the Beauvort family was a sickly individual with a short life expectancy, which was why she didnât rush to get involved.
If she had known that he was such a handsome and charismatic man, she would not have missed such a great opportunity!
Moreover, judging by his current appearance, he didnât seem to be seriously ill. It appeared he had already been cured.
Naturally, there was no need to mention who cured him.
However, precisely because of this, she felt even more upset.
The Meyer family, too, came from a long line of medical practitioners. If she had returned from abroad earlier and allowed George to find a chance to cure Jean, there wouldnât have been any issue with Neera! Now, the person Jean should be in love with ought to be herself!
Such a wonderful man, yet he was stolen away by that despicable woman. How could she swallow such a bitter pill?
Suddenly, a glint surfaced in her eyes. She gritted her teeth and turned away.
Meanwhile, Neera stood in the cafe, feeling a multitude of gazes converging on her.
A subtle furrow creased her brows as she glanced to the left and right, realizing that it wasnât just her imagination playing tricks on her.
So it turned out that when Nicole had just called her name, everyone heard it because the door was open.
She was already the center of online discussions, and her sudden appearance in the cafe naturally drew everyoneâs attention.
The way those people looked at her was far from friendly, their gazes filled with disdain and contempt.
Neera pursed her lips, choosing to ignore these stares, her gaze fixed directly on Wilfrid.
Across from her, Wilfrid was only a few steps away. The moment he saw her enter, he was taken aback.
âSisâ¦â After several seconds, he finally managed to utter, âWhy are you hereâ¦â
everyon Upon hearing the word âsis,â everyone present was taken aback. Their gazes turned toward him, all aware of his identity.
So, he is Neeraâs younger brother!
Conversation was impossible to take place in the cafe. Neera took a deep breath and calmly asked, âCan we step away for a moment?â
Wilfrid knew she had something to say. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, turned around, and headed to the front desk, presumably to ask for leave from his supervisor.
Soon, he returned, took off his apron, put down the tray, and said softly, âSis, letâs go.â
Neera nodded, leading him away.
The three of them got into the car, with Wilfrid sitting in the back. It was then he remembered to introduce himself, Jean, nice to meet you for the first time. Iâm Wilfrid.â
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Jean nodded slightly, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. His demeanor was fairly gentle.
âMmm, your sister has mentioned you to me,â he said.
Next, no one among the three spoke again. The car was enveloped in silence, a silence so profound that it made Wilfrid feel somewhat uneasy.
Luckily, the car didnât go far before it stopped in front of a restaurant.
Neera unbuckled her seatbelt and turned her head to look at him.
âItâs noon already, and I figured you havenât eaten yet, so I brought you here. Itâs perfect timing since you havenât met Jean yet. Letâs all have a meal together. Come on; letâs go.â
Wilfrid nodded and whispered, âOkay,â before stepping out of the car.
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