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At this moment, Diana Beaumont and her son's wife, Evelyn, who had been meant to sit there, were happily
greeting Marissa and Kayla. "What a coincidence to run into you two here!" Diana greeted Marissa
warmly.
It was only then that Marissa noticed the woman sitting beside her was Diana, the matriarch of the Beaumont
family. She quickly reined in her arrogance, forcing a smile as she responded, "Yes, it's quite a coincidence.
"Really?" Diana's tone carried a subtle edge. "Ms. Prescott, you've started taking an interest in charity work?"
Her words were laced with a touch of sarcasm. Given that Nathaniel disliked Marissa, it was no surprise that his
mother, Diana, harbored no fondness for Marissa either.
Moreover, with Nathaniel having been transferred to Brightmoor to oversee the factory, Diana couldn't help but
feel a little spiteful upon seeing Marissa occupying the seat that had been initially offered to her. Marissa caught
the sarcasm in Diana's words but remained composed, replying smoothly, "Yeah. Kayla and | both want to
contribute to charitable causes.
Diana gave a thin smile, her every move radiating elegance. "The invitations were sent out two weeks ago, and
the seating arrangements were made well in advance. You two showing up last minute really caused Ms. Flynn
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"Luckily, I'm being generous and offered up my spot. Otherwise, she wouldn't have known what to do with you
two big shots."
She had originally assumed that Lauren would be bringing Kayla over, which was why she had agreed to give up
her seats. Had she known it was for Marissa, she would never have agreed to the exchange. Marissa's expression
stiffened slightly, but she quickly understood the underlying message in Diana's words. It was a veiled jab at her,
suggesting that if she were frank about her interest in charity, she wouldn't have tried to insert herself at the last
minute.
It was also a jab at her for overstepping and taking a seat that originally belonged to Diana. Marissa hadn't
expected this seat to be Diana's. She had only wanted to please Kayla.
In Harrowfell, the Beaumont family was an old-money dynasty on par with the Vanderbilt family, and recently,
the two families were planning to collaborate on a new venture. Even without that partnership, Diana held a
higher social standing and seniority, making it entirely inappropriate for Marissa to take this seat.
But now that she was already seated, Marissa forced a smile. "Mrs. Beaumont, | didn't know this seat was yours.
Shall we swap?"
Diana smiled, but her eyes remained cold, "No need for that. The lights are already dimmed. Moving seats now
would just be awkward."
Evelyn chimed in, supporting Diana, "Without any social standing, speople still insist on staying around
where they don't belong. When they do that often enough, they just don't feel any shanymore." She raised
an eyebrow and added, "Oh, Ms. Prescott, I'm not referring to you, of course." Marissa clenched her jaw, her face
turning a deep red. It was impossible for her not to understand the dig aimed at her-mocking her for staying at
Vanderbilt Manor for years without ever truly fitting in. Her anger simmered, but she couldn't say anything at the
moment. What was once a proud position now felt like a burden.
She glanced at Kayla, hoping for sbackup, but Kayla was completely caught up in her search for her idol.
Her eyes were scanning the room, oblivious to the tension on Marissa's side.
After a moment of scanning, Kayla's eyes lit up as she spotted a table with Nion's name. She followed it up, and
there, sitting in a far corner, was a man dressed in eccentric clothes, a distinct style that immediately caught her
attention.
Kayla was taken aback, realizing that Nion had such an unconventional side. But then again, it made sense every
artist had their quirks, after all. She even found herself wondering if she should follow his lead and try something
a bit more avant-garde in her style.
She had initially thought about approaching him right away, but seeing that he was engaged in a lively
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmconversation with someone else, she decided against it. Wanting to make a good impression, she figured it was
best to hold off on interrupting him for now.
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