11 Chapter 11: Short And Sharp

Irritated, Spencer glared at Evette. "Am I speaking to you? Don't you have manners? How dare you cut in on our conversation?"

Evette felt like someone had slapped her hard on her face, and she stepped back helplessly. Her face was burning red. So embarrassing. Why did he insult me in front of so many people? Awful.

However, Evette would never ever have the thought of going against Spencer. She blamed Nathalia for everything and threw a reproachful glance at her.

Nathalia bit her lips slightly, her face showing hesitation and helplessness. Evette was fuming, but she dared, not utter a word again.

Being a protective mother, Mrs. Carter took Evette beside her and smiled at Spencer apologetically, "Mr. Davidson, and I sincerely apologize for my daughter Evette. If she has said anything offensive, please don't take it to heart."

The Davidsons were known nationally and internationally as one of the most influential and powerful families. Being the only son in the family, everyone understood well the power Spencer Davidson had. He was definitely not someone to mess with.

Spencer glanced at Mrs. Carter coldly, "Take it to heart? Do you think I would ever take anything she says to heart at all?" Sharp and harsh.

He had easily shut Mrs. Carter and Evette up. Sneers and judgmental stares were clearly audible from the crowd.

Spencer had the slightest interest in them. It was Nathalia that he was intrigued about. "So, Nathalia Carter, you haven't answered my question yet?"

He wondered what her next move would be, curiously.

Nathalia let out a silent sigh. Why does he keep picking on me? Just to please himself? For fun? We don't even know each other. He must be just another bored and boring dummy.

She pondered for a few seconds before she suddenly smiled at him sweetly. Spencer sensed that she was to say something canny.

"I wonder why Mr. Davidson cares so much about our family. Perhaps he's actually interested in my sister?"

The incident at the jewelry shop was only a few hours ago, so not many people had heard about it yet.

Your crafty little thing. Spencer thought. "I have no interests in busty but brainless women like your sister." He replied as he laid his eyes on Nathalia's chest and continued, "It's you that I'm interested in, though you are rather flat-chested."

The onlookers were astounded. Ture that there had always been talks about him being a pleasure seeker, a playboy, about how frequently he changed female company. To him, women came and went, and he had never cared for any of them. Yet, it was the first time he heard declaring interest in a girl in public.

Nathalia wasn't a bit taken aback at all. She lowered her eyes and caught sight of her own small yet firm and perky breasts, which she herself wasn't bothered about and was even pleased with. She refused to be insulted "Well, having small breasts isn't the end of the world, but having a big dumb brain is completely helpless." She replied as she looked at his head with an intentional smile.

Steve burst out laughing, "Hahaha. Spencer, didn't she just say you have a big dumb brain?"

Unusual. This was the first time the lady killer had ever been teased by a woman.

Spencer actually found her artful bluntness and bravery impressive.

Nathalia shook her head and looked at Steve with pure innocence "I'm afraid this gentleman here is accusing me of what I have not done. I have said no such thing."

Mrs. Carter hurriedly stepped forward, tapped Nathalia on her head and scolded her "Nathalia, behave yourself! You are talking nonsense. Quick, apologize to both gentlemen now." Though Mrs. Carter had her doubts, Is Spencer Davidson really interested in her? How is that possible! Is he blind? What happened earlier today wasn't a big deal if he was playing games with her. What about now? Is he serious? No. I will never allow the two of them together. It can't happen.

The cheeky smile disappeared on Nathalia's face as she lowered her eyes, and politely, she apologized, "My apologies."

Mrs. Carter carried on "Mr. Davidson. Please don't be offended. Nathalia wasn't behaving herself. It was very rude of her. She's always been…"

And on she carried and too far she ended going. She was too furious to think smartly. Though she tried to be indirect, everyone listening could understand how little she thought of Nathalia and how terribly she was insulting her.

Nathalia stood aside and listened quietly as tears filled her eyes.

The spectators couldn't help feeling pity for her. Poor kid. She doesn't have the real mother's love.

Spencer knew Nathalia was probably acting, but he somehow felt protective of her. If she had to be insulted, it would have to be me and me only. No one else is allowed.

"Mrs. Carter, you are indeed just a step-mother."

Short and sharp.

Mrs. Carter's mouth shut promptly, her face reddened as she finally realized she had given herself away and thoroughly destroyed her reputation as a generous and loving mother that she'd worked very hard to maintain.

Seeing Mrs. Carter's face, Nathalia managed not to chuckle. Nice one, Spencer Davidson.

Spencer said thank you and goodbye to the host and left the party with his friends without further comments, but he had also left the crowd in doubt and curiosity.

Evette reacted swiftly and hurried towards Spencer, "Spencer. Let's go for dinner someday."

Though Spencer had insulted her and paid her no attention, she wanted him even more. She wanted to possess him, control him, to steal him from Nathalia. The wanting and yearning flamed and blazed inside her.

He has wealth, power, and charm. How amazing it will be if I'm his girlfriend!Nathalia is nobody. He will realize that very soon. He must have somehow been confused. How will anyone in the world choose an ugly goose-like her over a real swan-like me?! Evette thought highly of herself because she knew she was physically extremely attractive.

Spencer paid no attention to Evette again. Leave me alone. Just another pretty face, boring and vain. However, that appear-to-be-innocent cheeky fox is interesting and smart. I wonder what she's plotting.