Filed To Story: My Accidental Bride Is a Fashion Circle Queen Novel
Quenlyn remembered Emma’s every word as she looked at her own seaweed-like hair.
“I’ll leave her with you. I trust your professionalism.”
The stylists smiled as they nodded their heads, before they started applying their skills on Quenlyn.
Emma noticed that Quenlyn was a little nervous, so she walked over and shook her stiff body, “Does your father have anything he is afraid of? Or is there someone that he is wary of?”
“Grandfather,” Quenlyn replied without a second thought, “My father is afraid of my grandfather…”
“Then, your grandfather…”
“He is living on a small private island. But, it isn’t far from New York. We can get there in 2 hours,” Quenlyn replied as she sat down.
“Tell me the address, I’ll tell Herman to get him.”
Quenlyn nodded her head. She then pulled out her phone to find her grandfather’s address and passed the details on to Emma.
While Quenlyn was surrounded by the stylists, Emma covered her stomach and stood up to make arrangements for Quenlyn. She then looked down from the second level and said to Quenlyn, “I’ll be in the study room. Give me a call when you’re done.”
Actually, Emma was getting a bit sleepy because of her pregnancy, so she needed some rest.
Quenlyn had no idea about Emma’s situation, but even she ended up falling asleep while getting her makeup done.
After 3 hours, Quenlyn was finally awoken by the makeup artist. As she opened her eyes, she was shocked. The woman in the mirror was nothing like how she started out.
Once upon a time, although her body was covered in expensive jewelry, she looked too much like a precious socialite with no individuality. But now…
Her sightly curled short hair highlighted the definitions of her jawline and her charming makeup finally put her amorous eyes to good use. She wore a stylish suit that was full of character and on her feet were a pair of delicate and unique black high-heeled shoes…
“Miss Xylander, are you satisfied with this look?”
Quenlyn had never seen herself like this before. She had never seen herself with so much personality.
“Uh huh.”
“If you add a bit of confidence and relax your walking style, you will be even more beautiful.”
Hearing the stylist’s suggestion, Quenlyn giggled and nodded her head. Meanwhile, looking down from the second level, Emma noticed the young woman. She was suddenly reminded of the younger version of herself…
She had once done so much to please Nathan, yet what did she get in the end?
This was proof that all women must learn to be strong. Only then would others learn to appreciate them.
Whether it be a lover or a relative, this rule applied for both.
So, why did Emma decide to help Quenlyn? There was actually one other very important reason. It was because she saw herself in Quenlyn. However…they weren’t completely the same. After all, when faced with supp**ssion, not everyone knew how to use their intelligence to retaliate…
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Meanwhile, Turquoise was at home casually eating some melon seeds. Everytime she cracked open a seed, she would throw the shell randomly around the room. She knew that Quenlyn never disobeyed her father’s orders, so it wouldn’t take long before she’d obediently return home and get back to work.
The family’s cook looked at Turquoise helplessly. It was obvious that she was doing it on purpose. It wasn’t the first time, and every time she did it, Quenlyn would end up being scolded by her father.
“This woman is so hateful. If only she could be kicked out of the Xylander Household.”
“What are you muttering about in the corner?” Turquoise heard some chatter and turned to look at the cook with a cold glare, “Do you not want your job anymore? If you don’t want it, you can immediately get lost!”
The cook did not expect to draw trouble upon herself, however she had no choice but to tear off her apron and throw it on the ground, “You shameless sl*t. Did you think that I want to stay here that badly?”
“Shoo.”
The cook felt wronged as she held back her tears and headed for the door. At this time, Father Xylander walked into the living room holding some documents and questioned the two women, “What’s happening here?”
Turquoise sugar-coated the entire situation as she explained what had happened to Father Xylander. As a result, Father Xylander turned to the cook and yelled, “Get lost! From now on, you will no longer have a job. You’re fired!”
The cook looked at Father Xylander in shock as she weighed the seriousness of the situation in her mind. Just as she was about to plead for mercy, a beautiful black figure attracted the attention of the three people in the living room.
Father Xylander was stunned. He had never seen Quenlyn look so beautiful before.
Meanwhile, Turquoise was filled with envy. After all, her and Quenlyn had never been on the same level when it came to beauty. Especially since, Quenlyn’s current style looked like it had been specifically personalized to suit her.
“You can’t just fire my people,” Quenlyn said calmly to Father Xylander.
“You’ve become beautiful,” Father Xylander scanned his eyes across his daughter. He suddenly felt that he had overlooked her. He never expected that she could look so beautiful.
“Why aren’t you leaving?” Turquoise threw her arrogance upon the cook. At this time, Quenlyn’s volume increased, “I already told you, you can’t just fire my people!”
Turquoise furrowed her brows at the sound of Quenlyn’s voice before she looked at her with an amused smile. She suddenly felt that Turquoise had gained some guts. How dare she speak to her with this tone of voice?
“Quenlyn, did you think you are in control of this family? Don’t forget, your father already told me previously that if I wanted to, he could hit you to death right away.”
“Really?” Quenlyn asked with a smile. In reality, she was extremely nervous inside. After all, she had never spoken so bravely in front of Turquoise and her father. Inside, she was actually not that confident.
Turquoise scoffed and crossed her arms as she approached Quenlyn. She then glared at her coldly, “I feel like I should teach you a lesson on behalf of your ill-fated mother. Otherwise, you wouldn’t understand that this is the Xylander Family and I am Mrs Xylander, the woman that you should be calling ‘mom’!”
After speaking, she lifted her hand and swung it towards Quenlyn’s face…
Quenlyn wasn’t as submissive as before. Instead, she directly grabbed onto Turquoise’s wrist and glared into her piercing eyes. The two women practically wanted to tear each other apart.
“Turquoise, don’t go overboard. I hired Auntie Zellweger for this job; you have no right to fire her.”
“Quenlyn, you sure are weird. You obviously know that you have no status in this family, yet you don’t seem to learn from your past experiences,” Turquoise smirked, “Perhaps, you don’t think you’ve been hit enough?”
After hearing these words, Quenlyn’s eyes were filled with hatred. Because she knew, half the injuries on her body were all because this woman had married into the family and drove a wedge bet**en her and her father, causing him to act violently towards her.
But…
“Hubby, tell me, whose side are you on?” Turquoise asked Father Xylander with slight mockery. She was well aware of Quenlyn’s status in the family.
Father Xylander did not say a word. He simply walked over to the two women, swung his arm, and threw a slap across Quenlyn’s face. Five red fi**ger marks appeared on Quenlyn’s delicate face. He had hit her with full force, in fact, it was so powerful that the corner of her l*ps began to bleed, “Apologize to your mother…”
“I am your daughter!”
“If I can give birth to you, I can also strangle you to death. Children are disposable; I can always have another. But, there is only one Turquoise…”
Not many people in this world would be able to say such words to their own daughter…
“I’ve given you fame, fortune and status, what have you given me in return?” Father Xylander sneered. “I may as well have given birth to a piece of trash…”
Quenlyn tried her best to hold back her tears as Father Xylander threw one attack after another at her heart. But, this time, she did not say a word. She simply stared bravely at Father Xylander; at the father that she once thought could still be saved.
From now on, apart from hate, she no longer felt anything else for this man.
“That’s because you are a piece of trash…”
Quenlyn deliberately provoked him. As a result, Father Xylander once again swung his arm. But, before his hand reached Quenlyn’s face, he noticed a white-haired old man dressed in a black suit, standing in the doorway glaring at him angrily…