The billionaire's kick-ass wife novel (Isabella) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Amelia And Her Daughter

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

It was 7:10 p.m., in the Riker family.

Guests arrived one after another. Lindon, the eldest son of Patriarch Riker, and the third, Terrence, stood at the entrance to greet the guests.

Hustle and bustle gradually filled the house.

A family of three walked in.

Lindon’s eyes lit up as he saw them. He smiled and said, “Welcome, Mr. Hart and Madame Lockwood. Oh my, is this your daughter?”

Amelia smiled coyly.

Although she and her daughter had barged into Northernville Manor and offended Draxton, the patriarch, it had been a few months, and he might have forgotten about it now.

But she wasn’t sure of it, and she tried many times to meet him, without success. Now there finally was a chance, the party. She came to the Riker family’s banquet today only to take the opportunity to meet Draxton and apologize to him.

After all, she thought, her father died to save the patriarch, and therefore, the current would probably forgive them, as long as she apologized.

Cliff stepped forward, smiling, and said to Lindon, “This is my daughter, Sophia, Mr. Riker. It’s our honor to be here for Patriarch Riker’s birthday.”

Lindon’s eyes sparkled slightly. Some time ago, Draxton had punished many members of the Lockwood family, including Amelia and her families.

Her family was having a rough time these days. Lindon said with a smile, “Oh, your presence really surprised me, and we’re really lucky to have you here, do come in, ladies and gentlemen.”

The moment Amelia and her families entered the hall, a servant came up to serve them. And Lindon went out to greet new guests.

Sophia tugged at the pink gown she was wearing and complained under her breath to her mother, “Mom, the Riker family’s too perfunctory. He’s not really friendly enough at all.”

Amelia whispered, “Sophie, don’t forget what we’re here for. As long as we have sought forgiveness with the patriarch, our life will return to before.”

“Really? In the past, whenever I wanted to wear gown, someone would come and customize it for me. But now, Mom, look at this dress. I don’t know how many people have tried it on.”

She glanced at the dress she was wearing in disgust.

Amelia’s eyes flickered. “As long as we look pitiful enough, the patriarch will definitely feel sorry for us, and think of our favor to them, and he’ll soften toward us.”

Sophia thought for a while and said, “I wonder if Drax is tired of that woman now.”

“Sophie, bear with it. If you see that woman later, you must bear with it,” Amelia reminded her.

“I know, Mom. You’ve said it so many times,” Sophia said impatiently.

Cliff said, “Sophie, stop thinking about Mr. Lockwood. A man like him is not someone you can hope to match.”

Sophia pouted. “Dad, if I’m only a Hart, it’s true that I’m not worthy of Drax, but Mom is a Lockwood too. And Grandpa died saving the old patriarch, so I don’t think I’m not worthy of Drax. He just doesn’t know me, doesn’t know what a good girl I am.”

Cliff’s face stiffened.

Amelia glanced at Cliff from the corner of her eyes and said angrily, “Cliff Hart, you good-for-nothing. It’s fine if you feel inferior, but don’t make us feel the same too. Never mind, just don’t interfere with our plan.”

Cliff’s eyelids twitched as he suppressed the anger within him.

At this moment, Amelia looked up at the stairs at the end of the hall and saw a young woman in a dark

purple fishtail dress walking down slowly. Her black hair was elegantly tied up, her makeup perfectly apt. She looked stunning

Most importantly, she had an extremely elegant and dignified aura, with which one would never assume that she was an ordinary woman.