Chapter 70: Chapter 82: Leaked Dominance of the Goddess (15) Chapter 70: Chapter 82: Leaked Dominance of the Goddess (15) The next second, Evelyn Osbert’s face turned pale, and she imdiately showed a remorseful expression, looking at Isabel Smith with a timid tone, “Sister Isabel, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”
She then grabbed a towel from a nearby attendant, squatted down, and began to wipe Isabel’s skirt hem.
The delicate fabric did not absorb water well. When Evelyn wiped it, the fabric spread out, turning the small stain into a much larger one.
Isabel could not help but guess Evelyn’s intentions.
It was nothing more than to ruin her dress completely, so that she could no longer stay at the Annual Celebration Wine Party.
Isabel clenched her teeth in anger, but with the eyes of innurable people around her, she could only maintain a reserved and beautiful smile, gracefully bending down and reaching out her hand. Seemingly accepting but actually grabbing the towel from Evelyn’s hand, she looked into Evelyn’s eyes, and with a sarcastic tone and gentle voice, she stressed each word: “It’s okay, Charlotte.”
Evelyn slowly stood up and whispered, “But, Sister Isabel, your dress is ruined. Why not go upstairs to rest, and I’ll have soone send you a new set of clothes?”
Isabel mocked inwardly, who knows when you would send that set of clothes? You wish to send her away just like that? Evelyn Osbert, you think too highly of yourself! If Isabel Smith could still be easily manipulated six years later, would she still be Isabel Smith!
Isabel lowered her head, glanced at her own dress, and suddenly bent down to grab the tail seam of her long skirt. She forcefully tore it, splitting the long skirt up to her mid-thigh before tearing it horizontally. She tore off three-quarters of the skirt hem, leaving a short piece that just covered half of her thigh.
In an instant, Isabel’s originally elegant and generous gauze skirt transford into a sexy, sultry mini skirt.
She scrutinized it with satisfaction, handing the torn fabric to the attendant standing nearby with a graceful gesture.
Then she turned her head, glanced sideways at Evelyn, maintained a generous and friendly smile, and continued to speak, “Charlotte, there’s no need to go to such trouble. This is fine!”
Afterward, under Evelyn’s fluctuating gaze, Isabel walked towards the restroom, wearing her high heels and making elegant strides.
Seeing that Isabel easily resolved the situation, the others went back to their own affairs.
Isabel entered the restroom, pushed open a stall, sat down, quickly kicked off her high heels, extended her arms to hold her feet in her arms, and carefully lifted her fingers to rub her toes that were struck by the wine glass.
While rubbing, Isabel hissed in pain and cursed Evelyn, the damned wench!
At this mont, she looked like an absolute tomboy, nothing like the elegant goddess she just appeared to be outside!
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Isabel squatted on the toilet, pinching her toes and rubbing them for quite a while, feeling the pain subside before bending down, picking up her shoes, putting them on, and leaving the restroom.
Just taking two steps, she felt a sharp pain in her foot. Isabel twitched the corner of her lips, hesitating whether to endure the pain and gracefully stroll around the Annual Celebration.
The Isabel today was no longer the delicate and innocent young Miss she once was. She would not cry out in astonishnt if she tripped and fell.
It was not that she didn’t want to cry and make a fuss, but since she lost her father and mother, the only two people who treasured her like a darling, she no longer had the right to cry and make a fuss.
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