When lissa said this, everyone around couldn’t help but laugh.
But I was still shocked by lissa’s true identity, reacting a bit slowly.
lissa is the little princess of the Carter Family, which ans she’s Daniel Carter’s sister.
I rember the first ti we t was at the hospital entrance, she pretended to be a ride-hailing driver, driving a Porsche to take ho.
That day in the car, she received a phone call from her brother—at the ti, I saw a tall and handso figure in the car’s rearview mirror at the hospital entrance, feeling a bit familiar.
Thinking back now, that was Daniel Carter.
The second eting was at the birthday party Wennie arranged for last ti.
This young lady appeared, and Wennie said she was the one who helped remove the trending topic for . At that ti, everyone was curious about her identity—now everything is explained, since she’s the little princess of the Carter Family, removing a trending topic was just a matter of making a call.
I boldly speculated, maybe it was Daniel who stepped in to resolve it.
Coincidentally, when the birthday party ended that night, I asked lissa how she was getting ho, and she said her brother was coming to pick her up.
At that ti, I was thoroughly drunk, and I didn’t know when lissa left, when I woke up in a daze, I saw Daniel Carter there.
Afterward, I asked Daniel how he t , he said he went to the club to find soone and saw drunk and decided to take ho.
Many things I couldn’t figure out before are now clear because of lissa’s identity being revealed.
No wonder the first ti I went to Carter Manor and saw Mrs. Carter, I felt her face was a bit familiar.
Looking at it now, lissa indeed resembles Mrs. Carter more, while Daniel resembles Old Master Carter more.
In fact, there were many clues, but I never connected them, totally didn’t expect that Daniel Carter’s sister had already approached —so why is this?
Quickly organizing all the threads in my mind, doubts surfaced in my heart, but now was certainly not the ti to ask questions in detail.
After lissa said that, all the ladies around turned their gaze to the girl nad "Bella Wagner", making her blush and flustered.
I didn’t want to offend the Carter Family’s guests at Mrs. Carter’s birthday gift celebration, so once my mind recovered, I imdiately helped her out by saying, "It’s my fault for not being famous enough, but still, thank you, Ms. Wagner, for liking my work. If you ever need sothing, feel free to visit my studio; if there’s anything you like, I can offer it as a friendly gift."
I truly had good intentions to help her out, but she misunderstood, looking at angrily and said, "What do you an? Are you mocking that I can’t afford the genuine article?"
This is really—
Before I could explain further, Bella Wagner turned around and left in anger.
Unexpectedly, just as she took a step, with an "ah" scream, she quickly stepped back.
Everyone around was startled, and I looked closely to see that Bella Wagner was tightly pressed against the girl beside her.
That girl was wearing a pale yellow haute couture dress, the sa style a celebrity wore on the red carpet. The special design of the dress’s front was its highlight—a multitude of three-dinsional flowers stood out, lively and charming, playful and sweet.
However, it’s really easy to snag clothes.
Sure enough, she accidentally got Bella Wagner’s gown hooked.
And where it got hooked was embarrassing, right at both girls’ chests pressing together.
Bella Wagner, shocked, stepped back imdiately, her cheeks flush red, subconsciously covering her chest with one hand, and with the other, trying to pull the dress apart.
But she was too anxious, and this pull not only didn’t release it but made the dress unravel.
Other girls nearby imdiately gathered around; each one was very enthusiastic, but in reality, they were just adding to the confusion, unable to dislodge for quite a while.
"What kind of clothes are you wearing? It’s practically a weapon!" Bella Wagner got angry and started blaming her friend.
The other party didn’t back down and directly retorted, "You bumped into it yourself, it’s not like I went to hook you."
"It’s your fault! Such clothes shouldn’t be worn!"
"Well, at least it’s better than you wearing a fake one! So embarrassing!"
Seeing the two were about to fight, I imdiately stepped up, "Stop arguing, let do it!"
If it weren’t for Old Madam Carter’s birthday banquet, I would have loved for them to have a fight.
But now, it’s better to keep the peace.
I spoke and ca forward, and those few young ladies imdiately made way.
It was a simple snag, just needing them to be closer and a bit more relaxed, could easily be untangled.
A group of heiresses, besides knowing how to be fashionable and compete, dealing with daily life skills is truly like idiots.
"Alright, it’s untangled, but your dress is unraveled and a bit deford." I looked at Bella Wagner’s counterfeit and kindly reminded her.
"This lousy dress, I don’t want it anymore!" Bella Wagner was so angry she was about to cry, her eyes turning red.
"Even if you don’t want it, you can’t take it off now and run around naked, right?" lissa walked next to , looked at her dress, smacked her lips twice, and asked , "Ms. Miller, you can work a miracle, can’t you?"
I understood this little girl was giving face again, smiled and said, "It’s indeed a small issue, but it depends on Ms. Wagner’s intention."
Bella Wagner looked at , "Can you fix it?"
"Hmm." I nodded.
"Then hurry up and fix it for ! I don’t want to go back so early." Bella Wagner ordered without hesitation.
I was speechless, such an attitude when asking for help...
"If you want soone to help, at least have a better attitude, right? And shouldn’t you apologize for what you just said and did? Is this how the Wagner Family raised you?" lissa Chandler knew well and imdiately voiced my thoughts.
Bella Wagner’s face stiffened, biting her lip, clearly too proud to apologize.
"Co on, just apologize, what else can you do? We ca to Carter Manor for a party with great difficulty, and it’s just starting. Are you willing to leave now?" Her friend beside her nudged her quietly.
Bella felt even more conflicted but still didn’t want to leave so early, so she swallowed her pride, "Sorry, I shouldn’t have said those things to sha you earlier... But actually, it was Amanda Gordon who told that Brother Gordon still likes you and wants to win you back. She said you looked down on Brother Gordon after climbing up the... Carter Family. I was just standing up for Brother Gordon."
I smiled and bluntly said, "Who owes whom between Adrian Gordon and , anyone with a bit of sense knows. Besides, this is my personal business, no need for everyone to concern themselves."
Bella murmured, "Got it... I already apologized..."
I didn’t argue further and looked at lissa, asking, "Where’s the lounge? And could you bring over a needle and thread?"
"Okay, I’ll take you there."
lissa grabbed my hand, and as soon as we walked a couple of steps, I looked up to see Daniel Carter standing on the outskirts without knowing when he had arrived, his gaze cold as stars, staring at for God knows how long.
lissa, in a flurry, said, "Brother, I’m taking Ms. Miller away for a bit."
"Alright."
I t his eyes, my heartbeat inexplicably skipped, and I gave him a slight smile.
lissa took Bella and to a lounge on the second floor and had soone bring a needle and thread.
Bella wanted to take off her dress so I could repair it easily, but since she couldn’t find a replacent outfit, she had to wear it, making my task a bit more cumberso.
After busying myself for almost half an hour, I finally perfectly restored the few pulled threads, and the stretched embroidery was back to its original state, showing no signs of damage from the outside.
"Bella, see, this is what returning good for evil looks like. Learn from it, don’t hang out with those ignorant ’sweet but dim’ types." lissa, enjoying so snacks, couldn’t resist teasing as soon as I finished.
Bella looked aggrieved but dared not retort, only murmuring, "It’s all Amanda Gordon’s fault, I’ll cut ties with her later!"
lissa clapped her hands and stood up, "Co on, Ms. Miller, let’s go out and have so fun!"
I packed up the needle and thread, stood up to follow her, and reminded with a smile, "Don’t call Ms. Miller, we’re peers, just call Lily."
"Alright, then I’ll call you Lily, and you still call lissa."
This young lady has a very outgoing and sunny personality, quite likable.
Thinking of the question in my heart, I asked directly, "The first ti we t at the hospital entrance, did you already know who I was?"
lissa smiled sowhat embarrassedly, "Yeah, you went viral online those days, and you’re so pretty, it was easy to recognize."
I was a bit skeptical, "Was it because of that incident that you knew ?"
"Hehe...you’re really smart, can’t hide it from you."
A sudden warmth filled my heart, accompanied by so unknown agitation, "So when did you know of ? And your family’s opinion of —"
"Oh, my brother is here!" lissa abruptly interrupted before I could finish.
Turning my head, it indeed was Daniel Carter approaching.
"Lily, if you want to know anything, just ask my brother, I’ll be off now!" lissa left with those words and took off down another staircase.
I stood still, watching as Daniel Carter walked towards , my heartbeat inexplicably becoming erratic again.
By now, I was certain it wasn’t just my imagination. So many "coincidences" ant Daniel Carter was intentionally getting close to , with the Carter family assisting.
My head buzzed with a whirlwind of thoughts, but I maintained a calm facade, forcing a smile, "Mr. Carter."
Daniel Carter nodded slightly and imdiately apologized, "Lily, I apologize for earlier... It was our fault for not being good hosts."
"No, no," I was surprised and quickly waved it off, "How can this be your fault? Ms. Wagner was misled by Young Miss Gordon, standing up for Adrian Gordon, nothing to do with you."
"Regardless, we at the Carter Family, as hosts, shouldn’t let our guests feel wronged."
I waved it aside, "It’s really nothing, in fact, Mrs. Carter and Miss Carter stood up for , made feel quite honored."
Daniel Carter slightly tilted his head, chuckling softly.
I didn’t understand what he found amusing but saw him glance up and explain, "lissa took our mother’s surna, she’s lissa Chandler."
I suddenly realized, "No wonder, I guessed as much. Still, I didn’t expect lissa to be your biological sister, although we’ve t a few tis."
"Yeah, I’m aware."
"Then why didn’t you say anything?"
"That girl didn’t let tell you; she said it’s more fun this way."
"..." I felt a bit speechless, but thinking about it, this approach indeed fits lissa’s personality.
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