The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 223

Belinda let out a scoffing laugh, and left it at that.

Returning to her seat, she elegantly picked up the cup of black tea the butler had prepared, took a delicate sip, and quietly waited for the rest to unfold.

Since this commoner was so stubborn, Belinda would spend the coming days showing her exactly why some people were inherently better than others.

She would make Juno realize just how unworthy she was of someone like Chuck.

Social standing and matching pedigrees were undeniable truths that had stood the test of time.

Juno's stance was crystal clear. Whatever games Earle wanted to play from here on out had absolutely nothing to do with her.

With that said, she gave a nonchalant nod and walked out without a backward glance.

She had guessed correctly. Lorcan and the other schemers had no idea the patriarch had called Chuck back to use the antidote as leverage, forcing him into an alliance that would secure powerful backing.

If they knew, things definitely wouldn't be as peaceful as they seemed right now.

No one in the Yates family was an easy target.

Not long after returning to her room, she received news that Earle was hosting a salon in three days.

A salon—a grand gathering of like-minded elites.

The event was slated to last quite a while. High society figures, wealthy socialites, European aristocrats, renowned artists, novelists, and musicians—anyone who was anyone would be in attendance.

Just then, she heard movement upstairs and glanced up.

Chuck was coming down the stairs.

Juno stood up and moved to support him, her eyes searching his face for any clues to his condition.

His cool hand gently covered her eyes, his expression darkening slightly. "Stop staring. I'm completely lucid."

Letting him keep his hand there, she replied with total sincerity, "Crazy people never admit they're crazy."

They sat down on the sofa together.

"Balfour hasn't coughed up the antidote?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just leave him locked up."

There was no way they were letting him out to cause trouble anytime soon.

Chuck had been in terrible shape these past two days; she could tell he was barely holding on.

Juno vaguely remembered her—she was always thick as thieves with Lorcan.

And she used to treat Chuck horribly when they were kids.

Gemma swaggered in with outrageous arrogance. It made sense; her side of the family held the power right now, so strutting around the estate was second nature to her.

She had been born with a silver spoon and an inflated ego. Add Lorcan's endless coddling, and she was practically a tyrant.

But that kind of attitude meant nothing to Juno.

Gemma headed straight for the stairs, completely ignoring the girl on the couch.

To her, someone like Juno wasn't even worth a passing glance.

She harbored a deep-seated disdain for anyone bearing that name.

Just as her foot hit the first step, Juno slammed a hand down hard onto her shoulder.

Gemma's face contorted in anger as she spun around to kick her.

Juno didn't even flinch. She simply applied pressure, forcing the girl forcefully back to the ground.