In the following days, Little Ella’s condition was quite good, it seed the little one had once again turned misfortune into blessing.
Yolanda Greenwood and Daisy Dawson’s company business also started to pick up, and the order volu was consistently good.
On this day, Yolanda Greenwood was invited by a big custor to et face to face; she never expected the person to be Isabella Ross.
"Hello, Aunt Ross." She faintly sensed Isabella had sothing to say to her.
"Sit," Isabella’s tone was casual, "Also, I am eting you as a custor now, so you should address as Ms. Ross."
Yolanda nodded and sat down, taking out her notebook and starting to ask Isabella so questions about the jewelry, "Hello, Ms. Ross. You ordered two sets of jewelry, correct? Are they for yourself, or are you giving them to soone else?"
" wearing them?" Isabella chuckled lightly, "Designer Greenwood thinks too highly of herself; I never wear your so-called niche brands."
Sitting in her luxurious haute couture, Yolanda’s pieces were naturally beneath her notice.
Yolanda casually smirked; she had heard such mocking remarks too many tis.
Proceeding routinely, she continued to ask, "Then can you tell who Ms. Ross intends to give them to, age? What preferences does that person have? I hope you can provide more information."
"The person I want to gift them to, you know, Elsie Adams, Ella’s forr teacher," Isabella crossed her arms and raised her chin slightly, "Furthermore, her mother, because certain clueless people caused Elsie to lose her job repeatedly; I’m buying it to make her happy."
Yolanda’s typing halted for a mont, surprised at how close Elsie was with Isabella.
But this had nothing to do with her, and she entered the information into the computer as calmly as ever, "Anything else? I haven’t t Elsie’s mother; can you describe her?"
"Graceful, intellectual, a typical wealthy lady," Isabella suddenly chuckled at this point, "Also, you grew up in such an environnt, with a mother like that; no wonder you can’t imagine what a wealthy lady should be like."
Yolanda frowned, clearly sensing Isabella’s hostility.
Her father, Jaxon Greenwood, naturally talked about her mother, and she’d seen photos of Gemma Morgan and felt Isabella had no reason to evaluate Gemma in this way.
"Ms. Ross, I hope our conversation is equal; you don’t have the right to judge my mother. Moreover, my mother Gemma Morgan, in my eyes, is more elegant and beautiful than any wealthy lady I’ve seen." Yolanda retorted coolly.
"Gemma Morgan?" Isabella laughed disdainfully, "They only told you about Gemma Morgan; you didn’t grow up with her. As far as I know, you never reconciled even when she died."
Yolanda’s face changed slightly; this was clearly different from what Jaxon, Lola Gold, and the others had told her.
She bit her lip hard to keep herself rational, "Ms. Ross, I think today’s eting, you are my client. As for other matters of mine, I think it’s better not to discuss them."
"As a client, I’ve said everything I needed to." Isabella changed her position, "Lastly, design well, after all, Elsie might beco part of our Coldson family."
Yolanda’s hand on the keyboard instantly clenched, was Elsie going to marry Cooper Coldson? Was Elsie going to beco Ella’s stepmother?
Thinking about what Elsie had done to her and Ella, she didn’t believe Elsie was suitable to be Ella’s mother.
"Aunt Ross," Yolanda imdiately changed her address, indicating she was speaking on personal matters, "Do you know Elsie Adams?"
"Know her? Know what?" Isabella asked indifferently.
Yolanda hesitated before speaking, "Why was she dismissed? What did she do at kindergarten? Do you know?"
"Does it matter?" Isabella still seed unconcerned, "As long as she truly loves Cooper, willing to do whatever for Cooper, willing to take good care of Ella, that’s enough. The rest, we Coldson family don’t lack."
"It’s not like that," Yolanda couldn’t help feeling anxious, "Her love for Cooper is indeed good, but she does whatever it takes to marry him, repeatedly hurting Ella; I think this person’s character is questionable."
"Hahaha..." unexpectedly, Isabella burst into a mocking laugh, "Yolanda, you’re hilarious, you don’t think losing your mory ans you can erase everything, do you?"
Yolanda couldn’t understand what she ant, looking bewildered.
Isabella ridiculed, "Yolanda, do you know how you married into the Coldson family back in the day?"
Yolanda shook her head; she didn’t know and had never asked. Is it possible... there was sothing unspeakable about it?
Her hand clenched again, fine beads of sweat already appearing on her forehead.
"Yolanda, compared to you, Elsie’s ans are nothing, not worth ntioning." Isabella enjoyed the current situation, "If you don’t believe , go ho and ask your good friends or ask Jaxon Greenwood, Adam Sterling’s aristocratic circle, they all know."
Yolanda’s face was pale; even without asking, she knew it must be a past she’d rather not recall.
What kind of person was she back then?
Isabella stood up, ready to leave, "Oh, one more thing I need to remind you: from now on, you, your good father, good friend, good husband, all please stay away from Cooper Coldson. He has no need for your poor relatives."
"What do you an?" Yolanda stood up and pressed further, "Who... has contacted Cooper Coldson?"
Isabella turned back, sneering, "One more thing, the person who truly hard Ella was not Elsie Adams, but your good friend."
She smirked disdainfully, stepped away in her high heels with an arrogant deanor.
Yolanda felt as if struck by lightning; she didn’t understand what Isabella’s words ant, calling her good friend the one who truly hard Ella.
She knew naturally that Isabella was talking about Lola Gold, but what did those things have to do with Lola Gold?
Also, what did ’poor relatives’ an?
Yolanda suddenly rembered sothing and imdiately called Daisy Dawson, "Daisy, I’m asking you, before at the Children’s Wear Group, you said the vice president was Cooper Coldson’s relative?"
"Yes," Daisy imdiately corrected herself, "then said it wasn’t. Sister Yolanda, don’t worry, that vice president has already been fired."
Yolanda’s hand gripping the phone was sweaty, "I’m asking you, what’s the na of that vice president?"
Daisy thought for a mont, "His na is Caleb Sullivan."
Yolanda was instantly dumbfounded, Caleb Sullivan had invited them recently, saying he was promoted to vice president... Was it Caleb Sullivan who had soone throw Ella into the panda activity area?
Why?
She couldn’t understand why Caleb Sullivan would harm Ella? Did Lola Gold know?
She quickly got the answer: Lola Gold definitely didn’t know.
She returned ho distracted.
"Yolanda, what’s up?" Adam Sterling saw sothing was off with her, "Why do you look so bad? Did the client eting not go well?"
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