Chapter 509: Stunning Proposal (Part 1)

Chapter 509: Chapter 509: Stunning Proposal (Part 1)

"Seraphina, happy birthday! Am I a little late?" Nadia Chapman also came in from outside. She wasn’t wearing an evening gown but was dressed in a business suit—clearly, she had just come from the office!

"Hmph, another one here just to make up the numbers! Seraphina Sterling, don’t think that inviting Nadia Chapman over means you have a representative from the Aethelgard Chapman Family! Others might not know, but I know perfectly well that Nadia Chapman has already left the Chapman Family! She has absolutely nothing to do with them. Right now, she can’t represent anyone but herself!" Aiden Faulkner shot Nadia a sideways glance, completely dismissing her.

"Nadia Chapman, since you’ve already left the Chapman Family, you should make it a clean break. Stop going around trading on the family name to fool people!" Fiona Chapman was still stewing over what happened at the restaurant last time.

"You’re reading too much into it. I’m just here to celebrate a friend’s birthday! The Chapman Family has nothing to do with me, and I have no desire to be associated with them! Besides, with a Miss Chapman like you already here, you’re more than enough to represent the family. Do they really need me?" Nadia Chapman rolled her eyes at Fiona Chapman and stood beside Seraphina Sterling.

"Seraphina Sterling, it must be almost time to cut the cake, right? With just these few people, do you even have the nerve to cut it? This eighteenth birthday of yours is just pathetic! You don’t even have a few people to wish you well!" Aiden Faulkner crossed her arms, continuing her verbal assault.

"A birthday is about sincere well-wishes, not putting on a show, comparing its size, or counting heads! Fiona Chapman, plenty of people went to your birthday, but how many of them came with genuine blessings for you? Probably few enough to count on one hand, right? Everyone who attended your party was aiming for the Chapman Family; it had nothing to do with you personally." Nadia Chapman’s dark eyes flashed with pity.

In other words, your birthday party was just an excuse—an excuse for those people to get on good terms with the Chapman Family! An excuse for them to get close to the Chapmans! Those people used your party for all it was worth, and you’re the only one here still feeling smug about it. Tell me, aren’t you just hopelessly foolish?"

"PFFT—" Genevieve Churchill clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to hold back a laugh! It wasn’t on purpose, really; it was just that what Nadia Chapman said was so vivid and painfully true that she simply couldn’t help it!

"Nadia Chapman, Genevieve Churchill, don’t you two go too far!" The previously smug Fiona Chapman could only glare at them in a rage. ’Someone as brilliant as her, being called a fool in public by Nadia? And Genevieve Churchill actually dared to laugh at her in front of everyone!’

"Fiona, let it go. We’re the bigger people; let’s not stoop to the level of these lowlifes! The two of them are just trying to create a diversion. Never mind what the people at your birthday party were really thinking, or whether they were just using it as an excuse. At the very least, plenty of people personally showed up at the Chapman estate! But look here at the Sterling’s place—there’s hardly anyone. That means Seraphina Sterling’s party isn’t even good enough to be an excuse; no one would deign to come! The comparison makes the difference in status crystal clear!"

Aiden Faulkner comforted Fiona Chapman in a soft voice, but she seized the opportunity to put Seraphina Sterling down once again.

’As expected of someone who’s already out in the workforce; she’s certainly got a sharp tongue!’ Genevieve Churchill leaned in and whispered in Seraphina Sterling’s ear, "Can I throw these two annoying women out? Just looking at them rubs me the wrong way!"

"No, you can’t!" A smile played on Seraphina Sterling’s lips as she answered swiftly, without a moment’s hesitation.

"So you’re just going to let these two stand here and spout nonsense? Aren’t you afraid they’ll ruin your birthday party?" Genevieve Churchill asked, clearly conflicted.