After Divorce I Married a Tycoon Chapter 51: Who Knows How Many Hands Your Precious Daughter

Cynthia Sinclair was young, after all, having just turned eighteen not long ago.

She had the temper of a spoiled princess—arrogant and domineering.

Now, stung by Claire rcer’s words, she exploded on the spot.

"Claire rcer, you bitch! How dare you say I have no manners?"

Watching Cynthia Sinclair lose her composure, Claire rcer felt a surge of delight.

A faint smile graced her lips, and her voice was soft and gentle.

"I didn’t scold you. I was rely stating a fact."

"After all, would a well-mannered person call her own sister-in-law a ’bitch’ over and over?"

Seeing Claire use her status to put her down, Cynthia’s eyes turned crimson with rage, and she beca hysterical.

"You’re just a dog of the Sinclair Family! What gives you the right to be my sister-in-law?"

As soon as she said this, the smile on Claire rcer’s face slowly faded.

Noticing the gift box Claire had been holding the entire ti, Cynthia Sinclair sneered with contempt.

"Don’t tell that’s the birthday present you prepared for Mrs. Rowan."

As she spoke, Cynthia lunged forward, snatched the gift box from her, and threw it on the ground.

"You actually have the nerve to give trash like this to Mrs. Rowan? How utterly unpresentable."

Claire rcer quickly knelt, carefully picked up the box, and ticulously wiped off the dust.

After standing up, she slowly and deliberately walked forward.

She raised her hand and gave Cynthia Sinclair a solid slap across the face.

Seeing this, Rose Gable’s face twisted in anger as she growled.

"Claire rcer, have you lost your mind?"

She couldn’t even bear to scold her precious daughter, let alone lay a hand on her.

’That little bitch actually...’

’She hit my precious daughter right in front of .’

’Isn’t this a blatant slap in my face?’

"You’re getting more and more insolent! Do you even see as your mother-in-law anymore?"

Claire rcer’s eyes shifted, and she spoke in a slow, unhurried tone.

"She insulted her elder sister-in-law first. Didn’t you hear her?"

"Besides, she threw the birthday gift I prepared for Mrs. Rowan on the ground. That’s incredibly ill-mannered."

"Since ancient tis, it’s been said that an elder sister-in-law is like a mother. Tell , for such behavior, does she not deserve to be slapped?"

Rose Gable gritted her teeth fiercely. "Even so, it’s not your place."

"You didn’t act, so I had to."

"We can’t just let her continue being so insolent, can we? Who knows what shocking thing she might do next?"

"Mom, didn’t you see how many guests are looking at her?"

Cynthia’s voice had been loud.

Naturally, she had attracted the attention of several guests arriving for the party.

Seeing her act like a common shrew, they pursed their lips and shook their heads, their faces full of disdain.

Seeing this, Rose Gable imdiately pulled back Cynthia Sinclair, who was about to lunge at Claire rcer.

"That’s enough," she hissed. "Mind your image and your status."

"Don’t let that bitch provoke you with just a few words. You’ll fall right into her trap."

’I see it now.’

’That little bitch Claire rcer is just trying to provoke my daughter into losing her composure and making a scene.’

’She wants people from the other prominent families to see her disgraceful behavior.’

’That way, what prestigious, wealthy family would dare marry a shrew?’

’What a venomous person.’

But Cynthia Sinclair wasn’t thinking that far ahead.

Claire rcer’s words, calling her ill-mannered, just kept replaying in her mind.

She glared at her, her eyes bloodshot.

"But that bitch just said I have no manners! Isn’t that an insult to you, too?"

"And she hit ... What gives her the right?"

"An adopted daughter from a destitute family dares to hit ? I can’t stand it!"

Rose Gable reminded her, "We can’t deal with her here."

Compared to the wife from the second branch of the family, she wasn’t particularly brilliant either.

But she was still more rational than the eighteen-year-old Cynthia Sinclair.

Seeing that her daughter was still fuming and glaring daggers at Claire rcer, as if she wouldn’t rest until she had skinned her alive,

Rose Gable patiently tried to persuade her.

"You are the little princess of the Sinclair Family. You must always be mindful of your composure when you’re out."

"Besides, today is Mrs. Rowan’s birthday party."

"The guests attending this party are all from an even higher echelon of high society."

"Don’t ruin your own image just because of a few words from Claire rcer."

"We must cherish this party and seize this rare opportunity."

"But I just can’t stand it..." Cynthia glared at Claire rcer again. "My face is still burning."

"Even if it hurts, you have to endure it," Rose Gable said.

"Do you still want to marry into a powerful family and beco the wife of an influential man, soone everyone fawns over and vies to please?"

"Of course I do," Cynthia said.

She was the little princess of the wealthiest family in Rhonia. Who in Rhonia was richer than her family?

Since she didn’t lack money, she naturally had to marry for power.

In the future, she would be a noble lady with both power and money, occupying a position that all other won would look up to.

"Then control your temper," Rose Gable said.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to deal with Claire rcer in the future."

Although Cynthia Sinclair was still resentful, she could only give up for now.

"I know."

"But for her to think she can just show her face at Mrs. Rowan’s birthday party... She must be trying to attract other n behind my brother’s back."

"Don’t you worry," Rose Gable said with great confidence.

"Without us to get her in, she won’t even be able to enter the banquet hall today."

Hearing this, Cynthia Sinclair finally felt a little better.

"Hmph. She can dress up as gaudily as she wants, but in the end, she won’t even have the right to enter."

"She’ll just end up being a watchdog at the entrance to the banquet hall. How humiliating."

Claire rcer vaguely overheard the mother and daughter’s conversation.

She couldn’t help but let out a derisive snort.

She started to walk toward the banquet hall.

But Rose Gable called out to stop her.

"Claire rcer, I advise you not to go and humiliate yourself."

"Not just anyone can attend Mrs. Rowan’s birthday party."

"You don’t have an invitation, and we’re not taking you. Do you really think you can get through that door?"

Claire rcer looked at Rose Gable with a half-smile.

Her gaze toward the mother-daughter duo was dripping with sarcasm.

"What are you trying to say?"

Cynthia Sinclair cut in, looking smug.

"We’re not taking you in. You can give up on that idea."

Claire rcer let out a soft laugh.

"Did I ever say I wanted you to take inside?"

Cynthia Sinclair scoffed dismissively.

"You deliberately tid this to run into us here. Weren’t you just hoping to beg us to take you in with us?"

Before Claire rcer could speak, Rose Gable piggybacked on Cynthia’s words.

"Claire rcer, how did I never realize before that you were so scheming?"

"Gavin is injured, and instead of staying ho to take care of him, you’re dreaming of showing your face at Mrs. Rowan’s party."

"What, you’re already looking for your next al ticket before you’ve even divorced Gavin?"

"Let tell you, after you divorce Gavin, you’ll just be cheap, secondhand goods."

"So don’t you go daydreaming about marrying into another wealthy and powerful family."

Hearing this, Claire rcer sneered.

"Mrs. Sinclair, you don’t need to worry about that."

"So won’s value is defined by the kind of man they marry."

"But my value—Claire rcer’s value—is created by ."

"Besides, I’m not like your daughter, who is just a piece of rchandise waiting for the highest bidder."

"If we’re really getting into it, who knows how many ’hands’ your precious daughter has already passed through?"

With that said, she ignored Rose Gable and Cynthia Sinclair and turned to walk toward the entrance of the banquet hall.

Stung by Claire rcer’s words, Cynthia Sinclair felt the blood rush to her head and nearly lost her composure again.

Rose Gable quickly pulled her along and chased after her.

Getting in front of Claire rcer, she spoke to the doorman at the banquet hall.

"That woman doesn’t have an invitation. Don’t you dare let her in."

"Yes! Today is Mrs. Rowan’s birthday party. It’s not a place for any random riffraff."

"You’d better watch her closely. Don’t let her sneak in by piggybacking on soone else’s invitation."

After saying this, Rose Gable and Cynthia Sinclair presented their invitations and gave her a triumphant smile.

But little did they know, a swift couppance was at hand.