Gabrielle couldn't help but laugh at the confident look on Lolita's face.
"I didn't expect you to know Westley so well. Or did you already see through the essence of love and marriage?" Gabrielle was smiling widely; she was playing with Lolita.
"How can I know Mr. Morris? I just met him once, but that was more than enough to see the love in his eyes each time he looked at you. The eyes never lie, Gabrielle. Mr. Morris' eyes are full of tenderness whenever he looks at you. I really envy you," Lolita said. She touched Gabrielle's arm with her other hand and smiled at her.
"Well, drink your champagne." Gabrielle took a sip to hide the smile playing on her lips. What Lolita said touched her deeply.
Westley looked at her affectionately and with tenderness?
Why didn't she feel like this before? Westley was no longer as cold as when she first met him, and he didn't hate her anymore.
At the beginning of their marriage, he treated her like an enemy. He snapped at her and was always suspicious of her actions. He was far from being gentle with her. But all that had changed.
"It's true that all sorts of people were allowed here."
"The organizers' standard is getting lower for sure. It's not as exclusive as before."
"I don't know what will happen next time. If such a person shows up in this kind of event again, I won't attend it anymore."
"I really don't know what the organizers were thinking. They should level up, not lower the bar. Didn't they know that many industry masters were invited today? Did they even take the experts seriously?"
"Some people don't deserve to be here. They probably can't even appreciate the masters' works. They don't deserve to see the jewelries ahead of the general public."
"Don't worry. They can't afford it. They can only watch longingly at the items."
"What do you mean they can't afford the jewelries? They can just hook up with rich men, and voila, they have new necklaces and rings. Didn't you say that it took a special skill to seduce men so easily?"
Several well-dressed women walked to a showcase next to Gabrielle and chatted with each other. They deliberately spoke loudly so that Gabrielle and Lolita could hear. Their words were vicious and vitriolic. They didn't make it a secret who they were referring to.
These women were chatting and drinking with Vivian just now. Obviously, they were here to mock Gabrielle. They didn't say her name explicitly, but they kept on throwing malicious looks at her.
It was not difficult to guess where they heard about the so-called "art of seducing men." It didn't take a genius to figure out that Vivian had spoken ill of Gabrielle in front of them.
Vivian was so good at slandering others. She had a talent for shredding one's reputation to pieces—even without one bit of evidence.
Vivian made it her personal goal to pull Gabrielle down every chance she got. And Vivian figured out a way to make her job easier—by gossiping to other people and therefore letting them fight Gabrielle by themselves. That way, Vivian could watch from afar and enjoy the show.
It was just like what happened at the gate of the hotel when Gabrielle and Lolita weren't allowed to come inside. There were several women who snickered at the incident. These things most likely happened because of Vivian. There was no one else more vindictive than her.
It was cruel.
"Gabrielle, are these bitches talking about..."
"Lolita, it has nothing to do with us. Let them be. Don't cross the line, and don't make any trouble," Gabrielle said in a low voice, squeezing Lolita's hand.
Gabrielle wasn't so insensitive that she couldn't tell these women were targeting her and Lolita. But Gabrielle always chose her battles carefully. When Lolita flared up in anger, Gabrielle naturally had to stop her and calm her down.
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