The person who had made the call kept calling “Ms. Jenner,” and there was only one Ms. Jenner in this house—that was her, Yelena Jenner!
It was a Hamerton heir, anyway. She did not care if it was the eldest or the third. As long as she could marry herself into the Hamertons, she would be able to brag in Jangasas and even Centrolis!
There was a vicious and triumphant look on her as she thought about it.
“Wendy!”
“Ms. Yelena…” Wendy hurried over. She was anxious but realized that Yelena seemed to be in a good mood when she looked up.
“Yes, Ms. Yelena?”
“Call the number back.” Yelena jutted her chin. “Tell the person that I’m free to have the designers take my measurements anytime!
“And call Cordelia!” She snickered.
“The day the designers dress me up, I want that b*tch to watch people from the Hamertons picking me up!”
…
Cordelia came to the Jenners’ mansion as agreed. She paced outside for some time, reluctant to press the doorbell because she really did not want to go into this home that was not hers.
Despite that, Wendy ran out and waved at her.
“Ms. Cordelia, you’re here!”
“Wendy.” Cordelia nodded with a smile politely.
Wendy took her inside, but as she stepped in, she felt a different atmosphere.
“Wendy, didn’t you say there’s a letter for me?”
The old servant looked appalled and glanced upstairs, stammering, “It’s upstairs. Mr. Cordelia… come with me.”
Cordelia followed in confusion, but Wendy took her to Yelena’s room. Before she broke out of her daze, she was surprised by a drawled “sis”.
“Oh, my sister’s here! Come quickly, how do I look?”
Cordelia was astonished.
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