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League 57
League 57
“You’re impressive, sweetheart! I can’t believe you found the Snowdrop!” Joanna’s father exclaimed. Soon, Harriet’s voice came through, “Jo, what does the Snowdrop look like? Quick, bring it home and
show us!
*Jo, our family is about to take things to the next level now! My friends have been calling me, too! They asked if they could see the Snowdrop!”
A myriad of emotions flickered across Joanna’s face, her hand slowly reaching up to massage her temples.
Oh no, the situation seemed to be getting out of hand. What should she do now?
Joanna put her phone on silent before tossing it aside. She looked around the empty private room and anger surged within her as she remembered being stood up twice in this very place.
“Damn it!” Joanna cursed. “Don’t let me find out who this person is, or I’ll tear them apart!”
She rose, picked up her phone, and headed out.
Her bodyguard approached. But when he saw that she was furious, he remained silent.
As she reached the bar, Joanna was stopped.
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“What is it?” Joanna asked curtly.
The server paused momentarily before pointing at the private room and asked, “You didn’t finish your wines. Shall we keep them?”
“What?” Joanna sized the server up.
When did she open any wine?
As she spoke, another waiter emerged with a cart full of opened bottles of expensive wine.
Joanna was dumbfounded at the sight.
The bottles of wine… Were these the ones that Millie had touched?
The server smiled faintly, handed over a bill, and said politely, “Ms. Lowell, all of these bottles have. been opened. Could you settle the bill, please?”
Joanna snatched the bill to have a look. Upon seeing the amount, her eyes widened in disbelief.
Millie had opened seven bottles of wine, each costing over three thousand dollars, totaling 24 thousand dollars!
“Ms. Lowell, are you paying by card?” The server continued to smile politely.
At that point, Joanna’s expression had turned as dark as it possibly could. She slowly clenched her
fist and gripped the bill tightly. It was as if she wanted to crush it to pieces.
Her chest heaved with each breath, mirroring the chaos within her.
“Millie Caldwell! How dare you sneakily open so many bottles of wine!” Joanna yelled internally.
It only added fuel to her frustration. Joanna wished she could give Millie a taste of her wrath.
She had not met M, failed to secure the Snowdrop, was looked down upon by Millie, and to top it off, she ended up losing 24 thousand dollars.
Moreover, the news of the Lowell family giving Selma the Snowdrop was circulating online!
Millie was driving when she suddenly sneezed loudly. She knew without a doubt that someone paying the bill was cursing her.
A smile adorned her face.
Sporting black sunglasses, she rested a hand on the car window.
Her purple Pagani was a striking sight on the road.
Millie stopped at a red light, picked up her phone, and scrolled through the news that had just been released nationwide.
Now, netizens across the country were eagerly waiting for Joanna to present the Snowdrop to Selma. Selma’s birthday celebration was approaching, and Millie wanted to see what Joanna would do.
Three days later, it was Selma’s birthday party. Information about her birthday celebration was featured across various major news outlets.
That night, multiple platforms were live–streaming Selma’s birthday celebration, allowing netizens to participate in the lives of the wealthy.
Selma was dressed in a green floral dress. With her gray hair, she exuded an air of elegance.
“Greetings, Mrs. Greer Senior! I’m Welsey Holmes, the eldest son of the Holmes family. My father, Spencer Holmes, is unwell and couldn’t make it here today. So, he sent me to attend your birthday party.”
A middle–aged man in a black suit gestured to the gift behind him, his presence imposing. “This is the present my family has prepared for you. Please accept it!”
Selma glanced behind Welsey and heard someone say, “The Holmes family presents a pair of century- old crystal sculptures!”