The Triplets My Ex Never Knew About novel Chapter 88

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: That Person Is the True Heiress of the Lockwood Family, Nathaniel Sloan’s Wife

Noelle Lockwood stood up, looking helpless. Her eyes were red, and she trembled as she bit her lower lip, the picture of misery. "Miss Yara Lockwood, I... I don’t understand what you mean..."

She looked so pitiful that any man who saw her would feel an irresistible urge to protect such a delicate beauty.

Unfortunately for her, the guests were friends of Estelle Lockwood, and Nathaniel Sloan had never been one to fall for such an act.

Estelle Lockwood’s lips curved into a smirk, her words dripping with insinuation. "Noelle Lockwood, didn’t you say you wanted to be my servant and wait on me? Since when do servants eat at the same table as their master? Come on, peel this crab for me."

Laura Jennings was about to erupt in a tirade, but a single glance from Nathaniel Sloan made the words catch in her throat. She mumbled resentfully, "Nathaniel, she’s going too far..."

"Too far?" Estelle asked coolly. "Or was her offer to be my servant just empty words? Was I supposed to put her on a pedestal instead?"

All eyes in the vicinity turned toward them.

Noelle Lockwood’s expression twisted. ’I could just tear Yara Lockwood limb from limb!’

’I was just saying that for show! How dare this Yara Lockwood actually order me around like a real servant? The nerve!’

’But...’

Noelle Lockwood quickly reverted to her innocent, pitiful facade. "Auntie, please don’t be angry with Miss Yara Lockwood. It was my choice... Miss Yara Lockwood, I’ll help you."

After all, Noelle Lockwood was a famous actress. The sight of her acting as a servant in the restaurant quickly drew a crowd of onlookers.

As she peeled the crab, an idea sparked in her mind, and she suddenly cried out, "Ah—"

Everyone turned to look and saw that a piece of crab shell had cut Noelle Lockwood’s hand.

Laura Jennings cried out, her heart aching for the girl. "Are you satisfied now?! There’s a limit to how you can torment someone! Noelle is hurt. Can you just stop?!"

A faint smile played on Estelle Lockwood’s lips. "She’s hurt? Is it serious?"

Noelle Lockwood wept silently. "I’m fine..."

Laura Jennings slammed her chopsticks down with a CLACK. "How could it not be serious?! You told her to peel a crab but didn’t even give her the tools, forcing her to use her bare hands! How is that not going too far?!"

Peeling a king crab shell with your bare hands was indeed painful and a surefire way to get cut.

Estelle Lockwood nodded, only to say coolly, "But if I gave her tools, all the clanging and banging would be too loud. It would disturb our meal."

The friends Henry Kendrick had brought with him immediately chimed in. "Exactly! She’s just a servant, why make such a fuss over her?"

"Would it not be disruptive to have her banging away over there while we’re trying to eat?"

Henry Kendrick already knew what Estelle Lockwood was planning. Suppressing the flicker of pity he felt, he let a cold smirk form on his lips. "Yara, this servant of yours is useless. You’re far too kind, keeping someone so incompetent around."

Laura Jennings’s anger flared. "Shut up, all of you! Nathaniel, you see this, don’t you? You’re standing right here while Yara Lockwood torments Noelle! And you’re just going to let it happen? Do I, your mother, mean nothing to you? Does Noelle mean nothing to you?!"

Hearing Henry Kendrick’s words, Noelle Lockwood felt a vague sense of familiarity, though she couldn’t recall where she might have heard them before.

She didn’t dwell on it, focusing instead on playing the part of the wronged victim. "Auntie, it’s okay. Please don’t be angry on my behalf..."

Noelle Lockwood had already secretly contacted her assistant, telling them to film the scene and post it online.

Though the recent plagiarism scandal had caused her reputation to hit rock bottom, she still had a legion of die-hard fans. A video of ’Yara Lockwood treating her like a servant’ would surely garner sympathy from the general public as well.

Sure enough, comments sympathizing with Noelle Lockwood and questioning Yara Lockwood began to pop up online.

Nathaniel Sloan’s gaze was deep and unreadable. He couldn’t figure out what Yara Lockwood was trying to do.

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