Yvonne looked down indignantly.
Why? Both of us are women, but that mask-wearing wench gets to act like a princess while I have to work like a servant!
“Mr. Joseph, join us for a drink,” one of the men offered Joseph a cup of beer.
Joseph shook his head, “I’ll go accompany my sister. You guys have fun.”
“There are so many ladies here, surely there’s no need for you to accompany her! Go bring this plate of food to Ms. Lynch,” Will ordered Yvonne coldly.
Yvonne brought the plate of food to Charlotte as instructed. When she looked into Charlotte’s beautiful eyes, she was overcome with rage.
A vicious look flashed across her eyes. As she bent over to place the plate down, she suddenly reached for Charlotte’s mask.
Charlotte was in a good mood while she stared at the sky.
She felt at ease away from the crowd.
When she saw a woman’s red manicured hand suddenly reach for her mask, her mind went blank and she thought of only one person - Joseph.
“Joseph! Help!”
Yvonne tore her mask off and shrieked, “Argh! How ugly!”
When they heard Charlotte’s scream, everyone turned around and looked at her.
All they could see was a petite girl standing there looking helpless as she covered her face.
Joseph felt a wrench in his heart. Damn it!
Without thinking, he shoved Will aside and rushed over, screaming, “Lottie!”
Yvonne came to her senses and stepped backward. She apologized, “I-It wasn’t intentional. I’m sorry! I didn’t know that you were so ugly!”
Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.
Charlotte took a few steps back. She could clearly feel the unusual stares on her.
No! I don’t want this! I want to go home! Home!
The tears that rolled down her cheeks shone like diamonds.
Just as she was tormented by unbearable sorrow and wished that she could just disappear back into her own world, a large hand gripped hers suddenly and she was pulled into a man’s embrace.
She could hear the man’s strong heartbeat clearly.
Joseph held Charlotte tightly. The usually kind-hearted and cheerful man gave Yvonne an uncharacteristically cold glare and scoffed, “My sister got into an accident and was disfigured. Did you enjoy bullying her? Are you happy now?”
Yvonne’s face turned pale. Before she could react, however, someone had slapped her hard across the face.
“You wench! How dare you look at Ms. Lynch’s face? Apologize!” Will glared at her as though he wanted to kill her right then and there.
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