At the mention of Young Master Shaw from the Shaw family, Joy froze in her motion to act against Amelia Wright.
Bess Bennett’s expression shifted several times; no one knew if Amelia’s words were true or false—what if Young Master Shaw really wanted her to return soon?
Bess felt a surge of anger that she couldn’t vent, making her chest ache with fury.
Originally, she thought her daughter’s suggestion was unnecessary; controlling Amelia shouldn’t require any particular means, but now it seemed quite necessary indeed.
Did this wretch think marrying into the Shaw family would give her a backer? Now she dares to defy her.
Bess forcibly suppressed her anger and sighed, "The child has grown up and married; a mother can’t intervene. Suit yourself; you’ve returned in haste today, so you must be thirsty. Come have a cup of tea."
Amelia looked at the tea on the coffee table, half-smiling.
She was fully aware of what would happen next.
Bess would drug her and then arrange for her to meet Marsh Smith, capturing her in a compromising video.
Knowing in advance what would happen upon returning to the Wright family home, how could she not be prepared?
Drugging someone—isn’t it something anyone can do?
Amelia walked over, picked up the tea in front of her, flicked her fingertips lightly, dropping a bit of drug powder into Bess’s teacup, "Mrs. Wright, let’s have a drink together."
The term "Mrs. Wright" ignited a flare of anger in Bess, who picked up her tea and took a few sips.
After confirming Amelia drank the tea, she finally spoke, "Marsh Smith is here to see you; he’s waiting in your room."
Amelia put down her teacup, "I’ve just gotten married, letting a man casually into my room—is that appropriate?"
Bess suppressed her impatience, "This is the Wright family; who you meet won’t be known to anyone."
Amelia lowered her gaze, barely concealing a fierce glint in her eyes, "Alright then, since Mrs. Wright insists, I’ll go meet him."
Amelia turned and walked away, her high heels tapping elegantly on the floor, giving Bess an inexplicable sense of tightness in her chest.
Today, Amelia made her feel as though she was slipping out of her control.
Bess shook her head forcefully, thinking it impossible; a mindless wretch always under her control and at her mercy—what change could possibly occur? Maybe the arranged marriage had overstimulated her.
Once the video is taken, it would be effortless to handle her.
Meanwhile, Marsh Smith was waiting in Amelia Wright’s room, growing impatient.
If it weren’t for Ava, he wouldn’t have any involvement with Amelia.
A timid adopted daughter, not presentable, yet daring to stick around like an annoying leech proclaiming she likes him, causing everyone to know, making him disgusted.
At this moment, the door lock turned, and someone pushed the door open.
Marsh looked up to see a figure walking towards him.
A beauty who seemed to have stepped out of a painting; cold and distant, yet with a hint of paleness and fragility that softened his heart.
Marsh subconsciously softened his breath and asked, "Are you a guest here for the art exhibition? Are you looking for a resting room?"
Amelia couldn’t help but cover her face lightly and laugh, both mocking and loathing, "Marsh Smith, wasn’t it you who wanted to see me?"
Shocked at hearing the familiar voice, Marsh exclaimed, "You... you’re Amelia Wright!"
It’s no wonder Marsh didn’t recognize her; this Amelia, aside from those already familiar with her appearance from the Wright family, no one could connect this stunning beauty with the plain Wright family adopted daughter.
"Yes, it’s been a long time!" With enemies appearing one after another, the malice in Amelia’s heart grew stronger, and she smiled even more.
Now, she possessed the semblance of a beauty, but underneath, she had long been corroded and maddened by hatred.
Marsh was dazzled by Amelia’s smile, staring in a daze; had he known Amelia was this beautiful earlier, being nicer to her wouldn’t have been impossible.
Thinking of this beauty following his every whim these past two years, Marsh’s vanity received immense satisfaction, causing him to overlook the fleeting menace in Amelia’s eyes.
Marsh spoke gently, "Amelia, have a seat."
Amelia sat down indifferently, just as a faint locking sound came from the door.
She curved her lips into a smile; let’s see this life—who outsmarts who.