The True Heiress: Legend Mode novel Chapter 23

Standing behind them, Miles's eyes widened. He mentally gave Juno a massive thumbs-up.

"And who are you?" Janet finally snapped, forced to acknowledge Juno's existence.

She had been trying her hardest to pretend the other woman wasn't there.

But Juno was practically dancing on her last nerve.

"Who I am is none of your business," Juno replied, offering zero courtesy.

Janet's face turned ugly. "Who do you think you are? Do you even have an invitation?!"

Chuck's voice cut through the air, chillingly thin. "She's with me. Do you have a problem with that, Ms. Dempsey?"

"Chuck... you..."

Janet looked frantically between Chuck and Juno before finally stomping off in a furious huff.

"You really can't behave for a single minute, can you?" A voice sneered from behind.

Juno turned her head. It was Margie Corrington.

Apparently, Aunt Margie had made an appearance tonight.

Juno let out a dry, amused laugh. "Well, well. You've been discharged from the hospital, Margie?"

Her gaze drifted downward, landing pointedly on the older woman's wrist.

A decorative gauze bandage was wrapped tightly around the slender joint.

"I heard you bullied Rhiannon quite a bit while I was hospitalized. I suggest you find some self-awareness. I'm out now, and I won't sit back and watch you run wild!"

Juno's voice turned icy. "It seems I went entirely too easy on you. I should have let more blood drain. Otherwise, how could you still have the nerve to carelessly provoke me like this?"

"Don't you dare get arrogant with me, Juno!"

Juno didn't respond. She just stared at her with a dead, unnerving calm.

Margie let out an angry huff and stormed away.

Juno was starting to get genuinely annoyed by the constant swarm of flies buzzing around her.

"Do you need me to take care of her for you?" Chuck asked.

"The Jagger family is really stealing the spotlight this time! Hahaha! They have Rhiannon to thank for that."

The table was filled with harmonious laughter. But right at that moment, Chuck's voice cut through the cheer.

"Actually, it seems the Jagger family took a pretty massive financial loss on this."

The entire table fell dead silent.

A single sentence had just slapped over a dozen people right in the face.

Margie shot Chuck a venomous glare.

The man in question didn't seem to care that he was being stared daggers at. He smoothly continued, "The new collection by the designer Jumer sold out the second it went live. People are fighting tooth and nail just to get their hands on the second restock. With that kind of frenzy, who's even paying attention to the Jagger family's new release?"

Another man sitting at the table—one of Kingsland's notorious wealthy playboys who deeply admired Chuck's business acumen—naturally chimed in to agree.

"From what I've heard, the Jagger family heavily increased production for their second batch. But standing in Jumer's shadow, is anyone actually buying them? Sounds like a massive loss to me."

The two men bounced off each other flawlessly, leaving the women's faces flashing between sickly green and ghostly white.