Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 112

The auction crowd was pretty much from the same social circle. They bumped into each other all the time at various events. When hearing the words, a person nearby immediately chipped in, "No way! How did you spot her?"

People were only supposed to whip out their invite at the entrance, and Victoria was just stepping up to the stairs.

"When she got out of the car, her invite dropped to the ground. I caught a glimpse and thought I saw the name 'Templeton' on it."

“Templeton” wasn't one’s run-of-the-mill surname - it screamed status and clout. The only Templeton that came to mind was Maxwell.

"There was news about those two before - a dancer took a tumble off the stage and Mr. Templeton swept her off her feet. If she's showing up with his invite to this shindig, it looks like they might be getting cozy."

The society lady chatting with Pearl knew Maxwell was hitched and was up in arms, "These folks don't know squat and just run their mouths. All that etiquette and upbringing they supposedly learned as kids must have vanished along with age."

Pearl kept a poised smile on her face, but inside she was hurling every curse and swear in the book at Maxwell. With Victoria flaunting that invite around, to the clueless it looked like an indirect nod to her and Maxwell's affair, and to the clued-in, it screamed that Maxwell had a mistress on the side!

Pearl was itching to claw her eyes out, but who knew if that damn invite Victoria was clutching was legit from that fricking brat?

If it was, wouldn't causing a scene be even more humiliating? Plus, the media was swarming around!

Thinking about Rosemary getting gossiped about left her totally ticked off! Why did she have to have a kid that was such a headache?

Today, Victoria was rocking a white backless V-neck gown, with her curly hair cascading down, partially covering her exposed back. Her dancer's physique was graceful and lithe, and her charm put most of the elite wives in the shade.

When Victoria's gaze unexpectedly met Pearl's, she hesitated for a split second before changing course and heading over, "Mrs. Templeton."

She was holding the invite like it was a hot potato.

Pearl was all decked out in a prim suit, her hair done up, looking down her nose at Victoria with all the disdain of a high-society lady, "Ms. Temple, you don't mind if I take a gander at your invite, do you?"

Her voice wasn't loud, but the gossip hounds from earlier were all ears, sneaking peeks over at them. They were like nosy monkeys in a melon field!

Victoria's grip on the invite turned her knuckles white, her lips bitten to a deep red. She knew Pearl wasn't her biggest fan, but she didn't expect a public showdown, "Mrs. Templeton, let's discuss this privately; don't give the peanut gallery a show."

Even without seeing the name on the invite, her reaction said it all. Pearl's contempt grew as if Victoria was some unsightly trash, "Ms. Temple might not be aware, but my daughter-in-law is here today, so I won't let anything of my son's be flaunted by another woman to insult her."

She reached out, "If Ms. Temple has any shame left, hand over the invite and please leave."

Victoria didn't get to know Pearl through Maxwell introducing her to the family, but by going out of her way to win Pearl over.

When Victoria tried to butter her up, Pearl simply said, "I know you're my son's girlfriend, but you don't need to try so hard to please me because I don't approve."

Victoria couldn't understand. Both women, both university grads, both top of their class, why could Pearl accept Rosemary but not her?

"Mrs. Templeton, I'm here to bid on a piece of jewelry, won't stay long, won't cross paths with Rosemary, and certainly won't say anything to tarnish Mr. Templeton's reputation."