Zane, seeing this, pulled Brittany back behind him. “Scarlett, don’t be so excessive! Even if we are just your hired help, it doesn’t
mean you can trample on a young girl’s dignity like this!”
Why are you so wicked?”
Brittany, seeing this, tugged on Zane’s sleeve. “It’s okay, Mr. Zane, I’m fine.”
Seeing the beauty’s distress, Ryder could no longer control himself. He looked at me and commanded in a low voice. “Scarlett,
apologize to Brittany!”
And at that time, I was naive and almost completely obedient to Ryder. Because I couldn’t bear to see any expression of unhappin-
ess on that face, I actually apologized to Brittany. In the years that followed, I apologized to Brittany, this woman living under my ess on that face, I actually apologized to Brittany. In the
roof, at least ten times. Thinking back now, it’s truly laughable.
4
Looking at Ryder’s hostile expression, my patience had reached its limit. “Don’t flatter yourself. As for Brittany Miller, do what you
want with her.”
Hearing my suddenly cold tone, Ryder seemed startled and annoyed. Zane, on the other hand, asked Knox uncertainly, “Could she
have found out we gave her ‘The Seraphina‘?”
Even though Zane had lowered his voice, I could read lips.
“The Seraphina? You gave The Seraphina to Brittany Miller without my permission?”
The Seraphina was the last design manuscript my late mother, a designer, created. This year marked the tenth anniversary of her passing, and I had commissioned the world’s top artisans to painstakingly craft it. It was meant to be a tribute to her on the anniv- ersary of her death. That’s why I had specifically given this task to Ryder six months ago, entrusting him to oversee it and ensure
no issues arose.
But I never imagined it would now be worn by Brittany Miller!
Zane and Knox’s faces froze, looking somewhat flustered. Ryder stepped forward, speaking bluntly. “Yes, I decided to give The Ser- aphina to Brittany. She had a school gala, and I wanted her to make a grand entrance.”
“You, Miss Scarlett, want for nothing. It’s just a dress. Why are you being so petty?”
Looking at his self–righteous demeanor, I found it revolting. A strange wave of disgust washed over me. How could this substitute
wear that face and make such a repulsive expression?
