Chapter 7 A Shocking Party

The woman, in a yellow fishtail dress, appeared gorgeously.

Although it was a conservative round collar, it did not reduce her noble and elegant temperament.

The invisible zipper at the back was integrated with the skirt, and the pearls on the skirt, which were man-made one by one, were shining.

The appearance of Wendy Cassia overshadowed the other ladies present. Her beautiful face, fair and tender skin were even more stunning under the light.

Looking at the familiar face, the bright smile froze on Franti Cassia's face bit by bit. She couldn't help but feel her hands clenched, and no matter how hard her fingertips pierced into her skin, she remained calm.

Why was she here?

How could she come here?

A lot of questions came to her mind. Franti Cassia stared at the woman with vigilance in her eyes.

Wendy Cassia smiled politely at the people around her.

After a while, Wendy Cassia felt so noisy that she went to a corner to rest alone.

Taking a glass of red wine from a waiter passing by, Wendy Cassia took a sip. As expected, Mr. Mohr's party was transcendental and the wine at Mr. Mohr's party was mellow and sweet.

Wendy Cassia was enjoying the peace of tasting wine. A harsh sound came to her ears, which made her face change a little.

"I really want to know what your identity is here to attend Mr. Mohr's party."

It was Franti Cassia.

She sneered and said in an unfriendly tone.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Wendy Cassia glanced at the person who was standing in front of her. She put the goblet on the stone table and smiled brightly.

"What do you think?"

Wendy Cassia's beautiful face reflected in Franti Cassia's eyes. Franti was full of jealousy, and she tried her best to suppress her jealousy and approached Wendy step by step. The corners of her mouth were wide open. She held up Wendy Cassia's chin with her fingers and said, "I think it's because of this face, right?"

Franti Cassia sneered and turned her face sideways. As if she had thought of something, her dim eyes were lit up in an instant. She nodded and said, "All the people attending the party are from famous families and clans. Are you here to entice someone?"

Wendy Cassia just stared at her without saying a word.

However, in this way, Franti Cassia thought she was right.

She took out a wet tissue from her bag and wiped her hands that had just touched Wendy Cassia. Obviously, she was disdainful.

"Stop dreaming. Get out. You are not fit to stay here."

Franti Cassia looked at Wendy up and down and said in a disdainful tone, "This dress must be prepared by a man for you. Don't make a fool of yourself. Leave as soon as possible, okay?"

Every word she said was warning Wendy Cassia and drove her away.

Hearing her words, Wendy Cassia didn't get angry but smiled. With a touch of inquiry in her clear eyes, she asked, "What are you afraid of?"

After saying that, Wendy Cassia took two steps back and observed her expression.

It was an inexplicable sentence, but Franti Cassia's heart missed a beat. She hid her panic and pretended to smile calmly. "I... I'm afraid? My God, are you kidding me?"

"I just don't want this high-end party to be pulled down by people like you." Franti Cassia smoothed her hair near her ear and raised her head arrogantly.

Pursing her red lips into a line, Wendy Cassia said lightly, "As a designer, why not be invited to the party?"

Designer?!

Hearing this, Franti Cassia was stunned. She kept looking at the woman in front of her and asked in surprise, "You? A designer?"

They hadn't seen each other for four years. How could she be...

With a faint smile. Wendy Cassia seemed to have expected her surprise. She lowered her eyes and said, "Yes."

Franti Cassia's expression had been played in Wendy Cassia's mind many times.

The last time she saw Franti Cassia in a hurry, she knew that Franti Cassia wouldn't let her go. This time, she came to Mr. Mohr's party again. Presumably, after she went back, Franti Cassia would be more determined to investigate her in the past few years, including her child... "Well, I think you are just an unknown new designer. You want to find a good opportunity by attending such a party. The last time I saw you at the fashion show, you must also have this idea."

Franti Cassia didn't believe that she could make any great achievement in the past four years. After all, even a person with a strong backer like her was just a budding new designer.

Her words were full of disdain. Wendy Cassia didn't explain either and just let her think so.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Wendy Cassia said in a soft tone, which was different from Franti Cassia. She behaved more gracefully.

The party had just begun. As long as she was here, Franti Cassia would feel restless for a moment.

If she exposed what had happened in the past on purpose...

She would never allow such a thing to happen!

Behind her was the bathroom. Franti Cassia saw a familiar figure enter.

Rolling her eyes, Franti Cassia called the waiter over and took a glass of wine. She looked up and said, "After all, we are old friends. Would you like to have a drink?"

Her attitude changed so fast that Wendy Cassia looked at her warily.

"What? You don't even want to drink?"

Seeing her toast, Wendy Cassia picked up the goblet behind her and said with a smile, "Okay, have a drink."

Before the two goblets touched each other, the goblet in Franti Cassia's hand was accidentally poured, and the red liquid in the goblet was directly poured into Wendy Cassia's skirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Wendy. I was too careless." She pretended to frown nervously and looked worried, afraid that the red stains could not be removed.

Looking at her hypocritical expression, Wendy Cassia lowered her eyebrows and said, "It's okay. I'll go to the bathroom to wipe it."

Then she turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Franti Cassia followed her closely and kept apologizing to her, "I think it can be washed away."

Wiping her dress with some water, Wendy Cassia ignored the noisy woman beside her.

Glancing at the handbag on the washbasin, Franti Cassia was very clear that it was the handbag of the host of the wine party, daughter from the Monica family, Nancy Monica. The woman who had just entered the bathroom was her.

Franti Cassia smiled, took out a tissue from her bag and handed it to Wendy. "Here you are."

Wendy Cassia took the tissue, thanked her and then lowered her head to wipe.

Franti Cassia turned around and pretended to wash her hands. She glanced at Monica's handbag and tidied her hair calmly.

Fortunately, the stains were not deep. After a while, Wendy Cassia finished cleaning. She picked up her handbag, ignored Franti and left in her high heels.

Franti Cassia looked at the girl in the mirror with a smile, and her eyes became deeper and deeper.

In the bathroom, Franti Cassia and Nancy Monica went out one after another.

Five minutes later, Nancy Monica shouted, "Where is my necklace?"