The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 178

Melba's face completely froze. Holding the box out, she was caught in agonizing limbo—unable to withdraw it, yet deeply humiliated to offer it.

With a single sentence, Margie had delivered a stinging, invisible slap across Melba's face.

Seeing Melba's sickly expression, Margie finally felt her frustration fade.

Juno snapped the box shut and plucked it from her hands. "I'll thank you on my mother's behalf."

Melba exhaled in relief. At least that awkward hurdle was cleared.

With the tension temporarily broken, a flock of society wives and heiresses quickly drifted over.

A few casual remarks later, the atmosphere felt lively again.

These women were all Melba's friends. They had been standing too far away to hear the exchange, but judging by the expressions alone, they knew Melba had taken a beating.

Besides, to them, Margie and Juno looked like the villains of the story.

Since it was too risky to attack the elder, they decided to target the younger one.

They collectively locked their sights on Juno.

Little did they know, Juno was infinitely more vicious—and playing on an entirely different level—than Margie.

"This must be the Corrington heiress. She looks so sweet—clearly a very kind-hearted girl."

The corner of Juno's lips twitched upward. Her? Sweet?

These people were painfully clueless.

As Juno merely smiled without answering, the ladies grew uncertain. "The Corringtons are the most prominent family in Kingsland. The children they raise are so refined and radiant. Tell us, Ms. Mercer, have any of the pieces caught your eye today?"

Melba chimed in, "Yes, if you see something you like, take it back for your mother. She couldn't make it, but she should still enjoy a beautiful piece of art."

They could have just ended the exhibition peacefully. Why did they have to be so dramatic?

"I could hear you ladies talking about me from all the way over there! What are we discussing?~"

Rhiannon's sweet, highly recognizable voice chimed in. She glided over, her slender figure radiating a serene, innocent charm.

Beaming, Melba pulled her in by the waist. "I told Juno to pick out a painting to take home for her mother, and she chose yours."

Smiling sweetly, Rhiannon turned to Juno with barely concealed amusement. "Oh, really?"

The crowd eagerly waited for Juno to humiliate herself, but Juno calmly shook her head. "No. I was pointing out that in this entire exhibition, that piece is the only authentic one."

Margie couldn't hold it back. "Haha~"

It was an exceptionally provocative laugh.