Chapter 225 – Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family

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Again??

Zachary wanted to ask if she was feeling unwell, but he noticed that she was headed in the opposite direction of the restroom. Where was she going? Was she stepping out for some fresh air? Was something bothering her tonight?

Yolanda hurried outside the restaurant, and from a distance, she saw Romeo, under the dim light, holding Mirabella’s face in his hands and kissing her passionately. She covered her mouth, unable to believe what she was seeing!

Their affection, it seemed, was deeper than she had imagined.

Roméo was greedily enjoying the sweet taste of the girl’s lips; after a while, he reluctantly let go, saying, “I wish I could take you home.”

But Mirabella seemed more indifferent than him: “I’ll take our dar home later; you can leave first.”

“Leaving me alone again.”

His tone sounded a bit melancholic.

Mirabella sighed and said, “Behave.”

“Then give me some compensation.”

Mirabella couldn’t help but laugh at his constant requests for ‘compensation. She smiled, tiptoed, and landed a kiss on his lips. “Is that enough for you?”

Romeo held her tighter, as if he hadn’t had enough. “It’s too little; can I have more?”

Mirabella tiptoed again and gave him another kiss.

Romeo’s passion was ignited by her; he held her head and gave her a long, deep kiss.

Yolanda, hiding nearby, watched their deep kisses and cursed in her mind!

Her teasing and rejecting tactics were clear as day!

Suddenly, an idea popped into Yolanda’s head. She took out her phone and snapped a picture.

She would definitely show this to Romeo, or maybe David, when the opportunity presented itself. To show them just how cunning and manipulative this woman was!

After a while, Romeo gently touched Mirabella’s face and said, “I’ll wait here with you for your uncle and aunt.”

“No need; you can go ahead.” Mirabella said, as if comforting a child, “Be good, be careful on the road, and don’t drive too fast.”

“I’ll call you when I get home.” Romeo withdrew his hand, looked at her affectionately for a few moments, then turned to walk towards the parking lot.

Mirabella turned her head and saw Yolanda hiding in the bushes. She sneered, “Had enough fun taking pictures?”

Yolanda was surprised that Mirabella could see her from such a distance and knew she was taking pictures.

Seeing Mirabella coming towards her, Yolanda was a bit scared, but she braced herself and stepped out.

She was the first to attack, pointing at Mirabella and scolding, “You’re really shameless, all cozy with David one moment and then close with Romeo the next! What, you can’t live without men?”

Cozy with David?

Unclear with Romeo?

Mirabella found it funny. She raised her hand and slapped her. The sound was particularly crisp at night.

“Get over yourself! Seems like last time’s lesson wasn’t enough for you. This time you’ll learn again: Think before you speak, or else people might think you’re stupid.”

“You, you bitch, dare to insult me.” Yolanda covered her face, furious and about to fight back.

Just then, an RV drove over. A driver quickly got out and asked respectfully, “Ms. Bella, is there a problem? Do you need my–help?”

He finished speaking and then looked at Yolanda vigilantly.

“Just ignore her, Mirabella got into the RV without giving Yolanda a second thought.

Yolanda was furious, knowing she was no match for Mirabella with the driver protecting her.

“Wait and see, this isn’t over!” Yolanda threatened. Back in the hall, she saw Demetrius and Olga fawning over a crowd.

“Mr. Collins, didn’t expect to see you here! I’m Demetrius from–the Melton group. Tonight, we’re hosting a party for my daughter. I was wondering if you’d like to join us for a drink.”

My husband doesn’t drink.” From the front of the crowd, the elegant and beautiful Louisa spoke coldly, “Even if he did, why would he want to have a meal with you?”

They had bullied their precious daughter before, and she hadn’t even settled the score yet!

Yet they had the audacity to come over and be annoying?

“Mrs. Collins, I’m sorry; my husband doesn’t know any better. Don’t be upset. Olga nudged Demetrius’s elbow, hinting for him to apologize.

Demetrius quickly put on a smile, slapping his mouth in an overly friendly way. “Yes, yes, yes, it’s my fault; I’m not good with words, Mrs. Collins; don’t take it to heart. Tonight, we just wanted to see you happy, so we got a bit eager and wanted to invite you for a drink, not knowing Mr. Collins doesn’t drink.”

The Collins family was very imposing; whether it was Kenneth’s family or Lucas’s, they all gave off a feeling of looking down from a high place. Under the powerful aura of this large family, Demetrius felt like an insignificant bug, feeling very humble.

“But seeing you unhappy makes me happy, Mr. Melton; please step aside.”

Seeing that Louisa didn’t intend to waste time with them, Demetrius felt humiliated, but he didn’t want to miss such a great opportunity!

Before Olga could finish speaking, Louisa had already glanced at the lobby manager.

The manager immediately understood her meaning, stepped forward, and said, “I’m sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Melton, could you please make way?”

He opened a path, and the Collins family walked by one by one. Their powerful presence made the Melton family feel intimidated.

Watching Kenneth and Louisa’s retreating figures, Demetrius couldn’t help but call out, “Mr. Collins, Mrs. Collins.”

He was itching to say something, even if they disliked or looked down on him.

But the lobby manager and some waitstaff blocked his way; clearly they didn’t want Demetrius and Olga to approach.

The Collins family was not your average rich family.

Take the Panter family, for instance; they outdo the Melton family in many aspects. But all members of the Panter family combined don’t have the same vibe as Louisa alone.

Louisa’s elegance and nobility, etched by time, and the superiority shining in her eyes, that’s not something everyone can pull off.

“How come they’re not bankrupt yet? And they’re still in the mood to host dinners?” Louisa left the restaurant with a trace of displeasure on her delicate face. Kenneth comforted her affectionately, saying, “Soon. Their company is now an empty shell; I reckon tonight’s banquet is them putting on a brave face.”

The Melton family now had no partners and no capital turnover, they were in chaos.

Just looking at Demetrius tonight, he seemed to have aged considerably. The passion in his eyes had evaporated, replaced by decay and loss.

“When did these nobodies start to bother you? If need be) I can have someone deal with them.” Beverly, standing beside, revealed a noblewoman’s smile, speaking softly, “We don’t need to get upset over these nobodies; it’ll just age us.”

In the eyes of the true elites, these nobodies weren’t worth mentioning.

Lucas, standing beside her, mocked, “Isn’t our Bella the only one who aced this year’s college entrance exam? That family just held a banquet, hanging a banner saying their daughter did well in the college entrance exam and has a promising future. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were so great. Just a small family, flaunting the slightest accomplishment.”

They didn’t know that the real strong ones kept a low profile..

Their perspective was so narrow.

“Enough about them. Be careful on your way home.”

Hearing Louisa say this, Beverly turned to Serena, asking affectionately, “Serena, would you like to come shopping with us and pick out a new dress?”

Serena was so anxious she was stomping her foot. “I really didn’t hit Alma! I didn’t hit anyone over a dress; no, I didn’t lift a finger!”

“Look at this child, all worked up.” Beverly couldn’t help but laugh, looking at Serena with a pleasant expression and saying, “Alright, I’m not blaming you. Since you don’t want the dress, I’ll get you something else next time. We can hang out some other time.”

“But listen.” Before Serena could explain, she heard Lucas laughing: “Our whole family loves Bella; we should get together more often; let us see more of her.”

Seeing their chauffeur drive up, Lucas opened the car door for his wife and kids, then exchanged some pleasantries before leaving.

Seeing them leave, Serena was really anxious since no one was listening to her explanation: “Mom, Dad, I really didn’t hit her!”.

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