A grand dinner party was being held in Seasons Hotel three days later.
The hall bustled with people and activity.
The news that the Crawford Group got a little heir traveled fast. Many people intended to play up to the Crawford family in this circle, so they took this opportunity to ingratiate themselves with the Crawford family, trying to build business relationships with them.
Claudia was staying in an obscure corner, sipping a glass of drink slowly and quietly.
She watched Winifred holding Conrad and smiling brightly in front of the crowd in the distance, while the mother of the baby was completely ignored.
Winifred was simply going through the motions by inviting Claudia to the dinner party. Finally, she wasn't even given the chance to approach her son...
Claudia dropped her head, standing there with a lump in her throat, dispirited.
“Well, well, isn’t this Mrs. Crawford?”
A sudden female voice split the air, and Claudia knew it was Amber’s voice without guessing.
Amber looked like an elegant princess in a pink dress, but she was putting on that complacent and scornful look on her face.
“Aren’t you the hostess of the Crawford family? Look how miserable you are! You’re left alone in the corner and nobody cares about you. You’re almost like an outsider.”
Amber always had a sharp tongue and didn’t care about other people’s feelings at all.
Claudia ignored her, sipping her drink.
“Look at you! Claudia, you’re pettier than a dog!”
Amber went on with the mean words, while Claudia took no account of what she said and walked away.
It was not because Claudia couldn’t talk, and she just let Amber humiliate her.
But what Amber said was the truth. Claudia was indeed pettier than a dog in the Crawford family...
“Don’t go!”
Amber stopped Claudia and added, “I’m right, aren’t I? Claudia, I can’t find another woman in this world more pathetic than you. You don’t even have the right to hold your own baby...”
Claudia jerked her head up upon hearing that. She stared coldly at Amber with her clear stern eyes.
Amber hated the way Claudia looked at her. Although she couldn’t speak, her piercing and dangerous eyes were doing all the talking.
A few moments later, Claudia didn’t want to confront Amber anymore, so she got around her and walked away. However, Amber tripped her, and Claudia’s clutch bag fell to the floor, so she had to bend down and pick it up.
Claudia was wearing a strapless gown whose back was trimmed with laces. The moment she bent down, her back was fully shown while her bosom almost popped out.
The men around held their breath, their throats turning dry all of a sudden.
A wisp of hair slid down Claudia’s face, leaving a perfect curve along her cheek, making her look even more charming.
At this point, a strong arm slipped around Claudia’s shoulders. Before the crowd could figure out what was going on, Claudia, who was about to bend down, was pulled up.
Meanwhile, her little clutch bag was also picked up.
Dizzy, Claudia, who had no idea what was happening, fell into a pair of muscular arms.
Scott stared deeply at Claudia, his eyes full of gentleness and tenderness.
Stunned, Claudia couldn't help but step back, but she lost her balance before her tiny wrist was gripped and she was jerked backwards.
When Claudia finally steadied herself, she was already flung behind Ben. He stared at her with cold and sharp eyes, sending shivers down her spine.
“Thank you, Mr. Palmer!”
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