Alaric Davenport frowned. His younger brother was notorious for his philandering ways, both inside and outside their social circle, yet he had gone to a meeting prompted by a note sent in Rosalind Lowell's name…
"This… it's all my fault. My fault for not raising my daughter right. Now that this has happened, why don't we just have Young Master Davenport marry my Faye? It would save a lot of trouble."
Rosalind Lowell's eyelid twitched. Hearing this, she knew Faye Lowell had orchestrated the whole thing. After it happened, she must have wheedled her parents into cooperating.
Her parents were completely wrapped around their precious daughter's little finger.
'Either way, it's not a loss,' Herman Lowell thought. 'The bride price alone will make us a fortune.'
But Yvonne Carter didn't want Rosalind to become sisters-in-law with her own daughter. With things as they were, she just wanted to drag Rosalind down and keep her out of the Davenport family. "Yes, yes, exactly! Marrying our Faye would make for a wonderful match. As for Rosalind, we'll be sure to take her home and discipline her properly."
Jessica Sutton smiled as she watched the farce unfold, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction. She was glad her jealousy hadn't kept her from coming.
Just then, a derisive voice came from the crowd. "Nouveau riche will be nouveau riche. They have no concept of shame."
Hearing this, Herman Lowell's expression darkened. He was obsessed with saving face, but with so many people now aware of the situation, he had to slightly alter his plan and pin all the blame on Rosalind. However, things weren't going as he'd imagined.
"Her. I'm set on marrying her." Alaric Davenport's voice rang out, cold yet intimidating, making everyone present break out in a cold sweat, too afraid to utter a word. "As for this woman, go ask his mother."
Seeing this, Yvonne Carter stammered, "Mr. Davenport, you can't mean… My Faye…"
At that moment, the attendant who had taken her to the fitting area arrived.
"At four o'clock this afternoon, I was instructed by Mr. Davenport to take Miss Lowell to the fitting area for a dress fitting and styling until six-thirty. After that, we went to a private room. Miss Lowell did not see anyone else the entire time."
When Faye Lowell heard this, her eyes snapped open and her lips twitched. She clenched her jaw. 'I can't believe that bitch Rosalind actually went to the fitting area, and with a witness! This isn't right!'
Her original plan had been to have Rosalind sleep with him, but she was afraid that would be letting her off too easy. So, she decided to sleep with him herself and let Rosalind take the blame. That way, she could marry into the Davenport family—killing two birds with one stone.
Just as Herman Lowell was about to say something, Ethan Lockwood spoke up, "There are security cameras. If Mr. Lowell doesn't believe us, we can pull up the footage."
"After six-thirty, she was with the rest of us," Skylar Morrison added.
The moment Faye Lowell heard the word "cameras," her expression changed instantly. She burst into loud sobs. "I can't go on living! I can't go on! I'm too ashamed to face anyone…"
"What are you crying for?" Julian Davenport scratched his head, his expression sour. He was worried his mother would find out and fly into a rage. He had thought this was a minor incident, but who knew this damn woman would blow it up? "It's not like you're a virgin. What's with the chastity act?"
As if she hadn't heard him, Faye Lowell just cried even louder.
Just then, Yasmine Kimball strode over and slapped Rosalind Lowell straight across the face.
No one had time to react. The crisp sound of the slap drew everyone's attention.
"It was you, wasn't it? You told your sister to seduce my son! Isn't marrying one of your daughters into our family enough? Now you have to use these cheap tricks to seduce my other son and force his hand? Don't even think about it."
'This is a private event,' she thought. 'A loss of face among the elite families wouldn't be spread around casually by our own kind. Outsiders will just assume the vixen was shameless. Therefore, making my son marry that vixen is impossible. Only a true noble is worthy of my son.'
Rosalind Lowell clutched her face as a single, aggrieved tear fell against her will. Aside from the red handprint, her eyes and nose were also flushed, creating a pitifully beautiful sight that would make anyone's heart ache.
Alaric Davenport saw it too—the red handprint on her cheek. A flicker of impatience finally crossed his emotionless face. "Control your son."
Yasmine Kimball hadn't expected Alaric to speak up for her. Her expression immediately softened. "Alaric, it's not that I'm trying to criticize, but your brother is still young and foolish…"