Chapter 47 The Miss Ginger I'm Referring to Is Clara
Mason Reed chuckled softly on the other end of the line.
However, the meaning behind the laugh was unclear, and Jasper couldn't fathom what it meant no matter how hard he tried. He could only continue to ask, "Third Brother... why did Clara come to see me? Is it for work?"
Mason paused, thinking about how Clara had spent the entire evening researching Jasper's profile on the computer. That feeling of discomfort surged within him again.
"Because you're handsome!" he said irritably before hanging up the phone.
Jasper was on edge all day.
In the end, he decided to take a wait-and-see approach and see what Clara would do next before making his move.
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Later that evening, Clara Bennett waited alone at the entrance of Sterling Manor.
The building, majestic like a castle, was brightly lit and bustling with activity tonight. The private roads in all four directions were lined with luxury cars, and some people even arrived by private jet, landing on the helipad in the back of the hotel.
Everyone who could enter was of high status, either extremely wealthy or noble.
Clara, in her simple attire, seemed out of place in such a setting.
She tried to hide behind a pillar to avoid the crowd but still kept looking around, afraid of missing Jasper.
However, with all the glamorous people and dazzling lights, and the cars looking almost the same, finding one person in the midst of it all was quite challenging.
Clara sighed and continued to wait with her documents.
Before long, she saw a few familiar figures walking toward her.
She was startled and tried to hide, but it was too late. Evelyn Bennett coughed loudly and called out in a mocking tone, "Clara?"
Miles Bennett and his wife Yvonne Bennett also stopped abruptly.
Clara slowly peeked out from behind the pillar, looking somewhat embarrassed, and nodded a quiet greeting.
"Clara?" Miles was just as surprised as Clara. "What... what are you doing here?"
She bit her lip and remained silent.
Evelyn crossed her arms and circled around Clara, inspecting her with a cold smile. "Ha, is this a place you should be? Little sister, you're not going to tell me you're here to attend the Harrington Family's ball, are you?"
"What? You?" Yvonne chimed in. "Clara, didn't you look in the mirror before you left the house? Showing up at an event like this dressed like that, aren't you embarrassed? Do you think Zachary Harrington would even look at you? Even if you threw yourself at him, he'd probably find you repulsive!"
"Exactly! You're already married, so why aren't you at home taking care of your useless husband? Coming here to make a fool of yourself! Are you just like your mother, unable to live without seducing men?"
Evelyn and Yvonne were in perfect sync, not missing any opportunity to humiliate Clara.
Clara felt a heavy stone pressing on her heart.
She knew her mother had done something shameful in the past and was aware of her own status as an illegitimate daughter. So, she had always kept a low profile, even marrying in place of Evelyn.
But what would it take for them to leave her alone?
She took a deep breath, her small hands clenched into fists, trembling slightly.
Miles looked at her and furrowed his brows. "Clara, are you really here for the ball?"
"No," Clara answered softly. "I'm here for work, waiting for someone."
"Work?" Evelyn sneered. "Oh, right, I forgot.
My little sister is doing well at that Rainbow Trade Company, and I heard you're up for a promotion to sales manager?
You're climbing the corporate ladder pretty fast!
Wow, all this effort to support your pathetic husband.
How many men's beds did you have to crawl into to get this rocket-like promotion? "
"Evelyn, don't slander me!" Clara turned pale. "You're making up lies and damaging my reputation. I can sue you for that!"
"Oh, you know the law pretty well? Go ahead and sue me then!"
Evelyn was smug and arrogant, pointing and poking at Clara. Her sharp, long nails scratched Clara's forehead, causing her to wince in pain. Before Clara could react, Evelyn grabbed her collar and pushed her hard.
Clara stumbled backward and fell, her documents scattering all over the ground.
She hurriedly reached to pick them up, but Evelyn looked at her disdainfully and was about to step on her hand when a well-dressed middle-aged man emerged from the hotel's main hall.
Yvonne tugged at Evelyn and gave her a signal. "Stop messing with this little wretch. We need to get into the banquet hall!"
The man approached, and everyone around him greeted him respectfully.
He walked straight to Clara and the others, first giving a slight bow and then smiling warmly at the group.
"May I ask which of you is Miss Ginger from Harrington?"
"Yes, yes!" Evelyn and Yvonne eagerly stepped forward, smiling seductively. "It's the Bennett Family, Miss Ginger!"
"Sir, are you here to escort us in? Ha, please lead the way!"
Clara looked downcast, her hair messy and her arms full of crumpled documents, looking quite disheveled.
She knew the man wasn't referring to her, so she quietly started to step back. But the man cleared his throat and raised his voice, saying, "Apologies, the Miss Ginger I'm referring to is Clara!"
"What?" Everyone was stunned.
Even Clara stood frozen, unable to process it for a long time.