For a moment, the crowd around them fell silent.
Lisa Li raised her chin arrogantly, casting a cold glance at everyone around her. “So, you think that just because you’ve managed to get into the Monroe Family Estate, you’re suddenly honored guests of the Monroe Family? What a joke! Have any of you even met Max Monroe these past few days? His time isn’t wasted on people like you. But if I need anything, Max Monroe will appear before me at once—he’ll protect me, and he’d never let anyone treat me unfairly! That’s why, when it comes to food, what I eat is naturally different from what you get!”
"And another thing—these pastries aren’t made from local ingredients. They’re grown on a plateau over four thousand meters above sea level, shipped in from overseas. There are fewer than fifty people in the world who ever get to taste these. I only have the privilege because I bask in Max Monroe’s light. You, with your little Grace Family, what right do you have to eat such rare delicacies? Do you even realize the plate of pastries in your hand is worth as much as a Rolls-Royce?"
Lisa Li’s words stunned everyone present.
Everyone’s eyes drifted to the plate in Mrs. Grace’s hands, each secretly thinking that, sure, they could afford such expensive pastries—but only a fool would actually eat them.
A plate of pastries worth a million!
No wonder we can’t afford to eat that!
Mrs. Grace’s face turned pale from Lisa Li’s retort. The pastries felt hot in her hands; unable to argue further, she angrily set the plate down and said, “Fine, I won’t eat them! What’s the big deal?”
Lisa Li, triumphant as a victorious general, snorted, picked up her plate, and walked away.
Julia Yu witnessed the whole scene, sighing helplessly. Lisa Li was always this high-strung and showy.
She couldn’t help but wonder if staying by Max Monroe’s side was a blessing or a curse.
Snow Grace was moved by Lisa Li’s words.
She’d heard about the Monroe Family’s wealth before, but she never imagined it was to this extent.
Even a simple plate of pastries could cost as much as a sports car.
If she became the future mistress of the Monroe Family, all that wealth and power would belong to her, wouldn’t it?
Snow Grace tugged at her mother, signaling her not to make a scene and not to lose big over something small.
Mrs. Grace knew exactly why she was here and realized she couldn’t let this escalate. Even if she’d lost face, she could only grit her teeth as her daughter pulled her away from the crowd.
But the feud between Snow Grace, Mrs. Grace, and Lisa Li seemed to have reached its end.
Julia Yu saw that the argument had stopped and stepped forward, saying, “If there’s nothing else, let’s not crowd here. By the way, tomorrow’s banquet is set for four o’clock in the afternoon. Please, honored guests, don’t be late.”
“Of course, thank you, Miss Yu.” Only then did the crowd remember not to waste their time watching the drama.
They're about to make a splash.
The crowd quickly dispersed.
Julia Yu turned and knocked on Lisa Li's door. Lisa rolled her eyes the moment she saw Julia: "You stay silent while I'm arguing, then show up when it's all over. Julia, is this how you earn that fat salary Max Mo pays you? Believe me, I’ll tell Max and have you fired!"
Julia stood calmly at the door, not coming in. "If Mr. Mo thinks I can't do my job, he can fire me anytime. But, Miss Li, let me remind you—you're a guest here, not the lady of the Mo Family. These pastries were meant for Miss Sophie Mo. You took them, and even if she doesn't mind, you shouldn't get too full of yourself. If you want to embarrass yourself, that's your choice. But I can't let you tarnish the Mo Family name. So, Miss Li, for the next few days, keep your temper in check and don’t drag the Mo Family into your mess. Can you do that?"
Suddenly, the treats in Lisa's mouth tasted bland and waxy.
Why is Julia Yu so insufferable?
Even Sophie Mo didn’t say anything—so why is she making a fuss?
"We only have three days left in Malaysia. Once we're back home, you can throw all the tantrums you want. But for these three days, please behave yourself, okay?" Julia finished, just as Lisa, furious, grabbed a pastry and hurled it at her!
"Who do you think you are? Mind your own business!" Lisa exploded, jabbing a finger at Julia. "You're just a dog Max Mo keeps around—one that doesn't know its place and dares to meddle in its master's affairs! I call you 'Attorney Yu' just to be nice. You really think Max Mo needs lawyers? He only keeps you out of pity, so you get to eat here!"
Julia didn’t flinch at Lisa’s insults. She replied coolly, "You’re right. I am Mr. Mo’s dog. He feeds me, so I’m loyal to him. Except for Mrs. Mo, every other woman means nothing to me."
Except Cecilia Gu.
But Julia kept that thought to herself.
Julia’s words completely set Lisa off. Screaming, Lisa lunged at Julia, hand raised to claw at her face.
Just then, a hand shot out from behind Julia, grabbing Lisa’s wrist. The voice was cold and angry: "Lisa, that’s enough!"
Lisa turned to look, eyes wide with shock, and blurted out, "Max—Max Mo! I…"
Julia also saw Max Mo and immediately stepped back, putting distance between them. "Mr. Mo, I’m sorry, I…"
"I heard everything." Max Mo flung Lisa’s wrist away, his handsome face dark and cold. He glared at Lisa: "Lisa, I’m so disappointed in you!"
Lisa panicked. "Max, no, it’s not like that! Let me explain, it was Julia—"
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"Enough!" Max Mo cut her off. "You’re still so reckless. You’re not coming to tomorrow’s banquet. Stay in your room and think about what you’ve done!"