Chapter 41
My Wife Is A Masquerade Master
Madison suddenly let out a cold laugh. âDo you want me to continue being your maid without salary?â
Daisy said without restraint, âYou donât know whatâs good for you. During those three years in the Preston family, you enjoyed the best of everything. Itâs your honor to serve us! Otherwise, with your lowly status, I would find it disgusting if you touched my things.â
Madison tilted her head, scrutinizing Daisy for a while before saying, âAre you really Nevilleâs sister?â
Daisy angrily responded, âWhat?â
Madison leisurely said, âWell, itâs strange then. Neville is smart, but you are not.â
Neville was very cautious. Anyone who tried to scheme against him would have a terrible end. So he had been known for fierceness in Norton.
Daisy, on the other hand, was stupi d and arrogant, always causing him trouble.
Hearing Madisonâs words, Daisy knew Madison wasnât willing to compromise. Before leaving, she threatened, âMadison, you canât bear the consequences of offending me. Even if you kneel and beg me, I wonât spare you a second glancelâ
With her departure, the private room fell silent once again.
Norma raised an eyebrow and said, âYour husband is Neville?â
Madison corrected, âEx-husband.â
Norna looked at her with mixed feelings. Neville would annually buy custom-made clothes from Collins, but they were always unmarked, with no Collins logo, to maintain his wifeâs low-key image.
Seeing that Madison didnât want to mention the past, Norna didnât bring up the matter further. Instead, she said, âThe Preston family is easy to trifle with. You better be careful. If someone uses your relationship with Daisy against you, you might end up on the losing side.â
Madison toyed with the wine glass in her hand, saying, âWhen I offered my support, she was fragile, like a delicate glass. However, if I choose to withdraw that support, she will shatter into countless broken pieces. Since E sheâs resolved to settle scores with me, Iâll confront her head-on until the very end.â
Her previous tolerance towards Daisy was merely because of her love for Neville. Now that she no longer loved Neville, there was no need to indulge Daisy.
Back in her own private room, Daisy, in a fit of anger, overturned all the drinks on the table.
Her friends, familiar with her temper, didnât want to provoke her and left one by one.
Only Alison stayed and looked calm.
She instructed the waiter to clean the private room, then poured another glass of wine for Daisy, saying, âDaisy, tell me what happened. Maybe I can help you.â
Daisy took a sip of red wine and complained, âItâs all because of that bit c h. I gave her a chance to start afresh, but she didnât appreciate it!â
Alison sneered and thought, âDaisy is indeed naive. She lost to Madison so soon. I might need to give her some guidance.â
Although she found Daisy annoyed and stup i , Alison still said, âDaisy, the Preston family values reputation the most. If this gets Aidanâs attention, you might end up being sent abroad.â
Scared by her words, Daisy clutched Alisonâs hand and stammered, âYou must help me. I donât want to leave my hometown because of that bitc h!â
âThereâs only one way out. You handled this matter too emotionally, Neville will definitely force you to apologize to Madison. When that happens, youâ¦â
Before she could finish, Daisy interrupted with a scream, âIâd rather die than apologize to that bi t c h!â
She was the prestigious lady of the Preston family, while Madison was just a lowly woman who only deserved to be her maid.
Daisy would never give in to her. That was humiliation!
Alison deliberately provoked Daisy. Seeing that it was the right time, Alison suddenly asked, âThe Guzman family hasnât received money from the Preston family for a while, right?â
Daisy, frustrated, replied, âNeville recently gave the Guzman family a project. Itâs enough to support them for some time. Theyâ¦â
Daisy suddenly thought of something, âYes, I should go find Madisonâs mother, Lily. Lily was greedy. As long as I offered her some benefits, she would make Madison apologize to me,â she thought.
Daisyâs eyes brightened as she said to Alison, âI have something urgent to attend to. I will just treat you next time.â
She had to bribe Lily before Neville forced her to apologize to Madison.
Neville had been sitting in the company for half the night, unable to focus on his work. He had a splitting headache, and every time he closed his eyes, he saw the old man helping Madison into the Koenigsegg.
Unable to resist, he called the auction house to inquire about the ownerâs details of the car.
Neville was a major client of the auction house, and no one dared to offend him. Three minutes later, the auction house sent him the car ownerâs information.
Neville quickly skimmed through the details and furrowed his brows. The information showed that the owner was a woman with the name âEAâ, and she used an overseas account to make payments.
Besides this, there was no useful information.
Neville questioned the authenticity, but the auction house couldnât offer more information. The womanâs identity was too mysterious, and this was all the information they had.
Since the carâs owner wasnât the old man, there must be some misunderstanding. Neville felt relieved.
He had plenty of luxury cars in the garage, but he never liked Koenigsegg. In his opinion, these sports cars were too flamboyant and not suitable for him. Only men like Micah liked them.
When did she start liking Koenigsegg?
Neville opened a webpage. Just as he was about to log into Koenigseggâs official website to check out the latest models, news about Daisy caught his attention.
Clicking on the webpage, he read the contents, and his face darkened instantly.
Although he didnât like Madison, he knew she wasnât the one who started the fight. The only explanation was that Daisy never apologized to her.
He immediately called Daisy. His voice was cold and ruthless as he said, âTomorrow, Iâll accompany you to apologize to Madison.â
Surprisingly, Daisy changed her arrogant demeanor and obediently agreed, âI know my mistake.â
âIf you really do, apologize to her sincerely. Iâll pick you up early tomorrow morning.â
Daisy glanced back at the modest Guzman family house, a cold smile curling upon her lips. âWell, she thought to herself, âIâm eagerly anticipating the spectacle that awaits tomorrow.â