Chapter 222
“Are you saying that it’s my fault?” Sonia sniggered. “Why don’t you explain how I made you dress up in this, then? Could I have gone over to your place just to force you into your dress?”
“You weren’t at my house. You were at the clothing store!” Tina clenched her fists as she spoke.
The smile on Sonia’s face grew wider. “Oh? Are you talking about the store where you got this outfit? I don’t remember making you dress up this way at the store.”
“You and Rebecca were the ones who said that this dress went well with the fur shawl and this purse. That was why I-” Before Tina could finish speaking, Sonia clutched her stomach and burst into laughter. “Pfft!” Charles, Zane, and Carl laughed along with her. Even Brenda shook her head with a mocking grin on her face.
Toby, Titus, and Cynthia were the only ones who didn’t have smiles on their faces. Weariness spread across Toby’s face as he massaged the space between his brows. Cynthia held her head low the whole time, and Titus looked as if he was ready to disappear into a hole in the ground. How could I have a daughter as idiotic as her?! he thought.
“What are you guys laughing about?!” Tina dug her nails into her palms as she glared fiercely and Sonia and the rest.
Charles had to massage his cheeks as they were sore from laughing. “It’s nothing. We’re just laughing because we haven’t met someone as dumb as you. You picked this outfit just because my darling said that those pieces went well together. Are you brainless or something?” he asked.
“We wouldn’t get to see her in this outfit if she had a brain, right?” Carl’s voice was gentle, but his gaze was icy-cold.
“You guys… You…” Tina’s entire body was trembling madly. Toby placed a hand over her shoulder and tightened his grip around her. “That’s enough, Tina. Stop causing trouble.”
“Toby… They’ve gone overboard with their words, and you still think that I’m the one causing trouble. Why aren’t you on my side at all?” Tina widened her eyes as she looked at him resentfully. Titus wasn’t pleased with Toby’s actions either.
Toby pressed his lips together and was about to say something when Sonia spoke up. Checking her nails, she said, “Look, Miss Gray, I did tell Rebecca about how the dress, the fur shawl, and the purse made from alligator skin looked good together while we were at the store. However, I never suggested you wear it. We’re enemies-why would I give you any suggestions? I hadn’t expected you to eavesdrop on our conversation, and I hadn’t expected you to wear the same exact outfit to this event.”
“Stop talking nonsense. You and Rebecca were speaking so loudly that day-it’s obvious that you were trying to get me to overhear your conversation. What do you mean when you say that I was cavesdropping? You guys were clearly setting up a trap for me to walk into it!” Tina cried at the top of her lungs.
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Zane rolled his eyes. “Do you have any proof? If you don’t, then you should shut up. You’re the one who was dumb enough to go along with what others said, and you dug your own grave in the
end.”
“You—”Tina started.
“That’s enough!” Brenda frowned as she interrupted Tina. “This is my turf-you can go back to the Gray Residence if you want to throw a tantrum. Alright. Please get Miss and Mr. Gray to leave my party now. They are not welcome here.”
“Yes, ma’am.” A few waiters who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere nodded as they gestured for Tina and Titus to head to the exit.
As much as Titus was fuming on the inside, he decided that he already had enough embarrassment for that day. He no longer wanted to stay at the party, so he forced a smile as he bid goodbye. “We’ll stop bothering you now, Miss Brenda. Goodbye. Come on, Tina.”
“Dad!” Tina wasn’t quite done yet, but Titus grabbed her arm and tugged her away from Toby. After sending Toby a fierce glare, Titus forcefully dragged Tina out of the hall. They’d only embarrass themselves even more if they didn’t leave then.
“Sh*t, they left just like that. They didn’t even apologize to you, baby.” Charles pouted.
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