Chapter 38
Ellinor stepped over the
shattered porcelain on the ground and walked up to Arnold. âWhat's up with Dad? Why's he madder th
Sheila stood off to the side, arms crossed, and said in a mocking tone, âGot the nerve to ask, do ya? You
Arnold's face was gloomy, and
he angrily questioned, âTell me, you said you found a job and were moving out. What kind of job did yc
Ellinor was at a loss for words because she couldn't exactly put her current job into simple terms.
Her job was to pretend to be the wife of some big-shot CEO to help him deal with his family.
What kind of job was that? An actress? A temporary wife?
Seeing Ellinor tongueâ
tied, Arnold got even angrier. âStill trying to pull the wool over my eyes? A graduate
from a prestigious university, working as a bar hostess! Where's your dignity, Ellinor? Are you trying to
A bar hostess? Ellinor frowned in confusion.
Arnold slammed a photo down on the table. It was of her and Belinda leaving the Blizzard Room bar tt
Belinda
had dyed her hair pink after a breakup, wore really edgy clothes, and had too much to drink. It was eas
mistake her for something she wasn't, which was why those rich kids had the guts to mess with her.
And Ellinor, being with Belinda, was guilty by association.
Ellinor looked at the photo, then at Sheila. âDad, did Sheila give you this photo?â
Sheila didn't panic and just smirked arrogantly. âSo what if I did?"
At this moment, their mother, Tracy, came over, trying to mediate. âEllinor, don't blame your sister. She,
Ellinor laughed when she saw Tracy's feigned heartbroken expression. âStraighten up? I think the one w
Sheila."
Sheila glared at her, âWhat the hell are you implying, Ellinor? I'm not the one
working as a bar hostess! Why do I need to straighten up?â
Ellinor ignored her and turned
to Arnold. âDad, the girl with pink hair in the photo is just a relative of my landlord. She was drowning
Arnold hesitated, half-believing her. âIs that true?â
Ellinor nodded affirmatively. âYeah, it's true.â
Sheila didn't believe her and stepped forward to expose her lie. âEllinor, do you think you can fool Dad?
Twilight Bar; not just anyone can go in! If you're not there working as a hostess, how
could you strut in like you owned the place? Can you explain that?"
Ellinor looked at her calmly and smiled.
âBecause my landlord is a big fish there, that's why I could go straight in.
Sheila frowned, suddenly recalling when she had followed Ellinor before and saw her enter a luxurious