The Look of a Villain Succeeding
Upstairs.
Yvette looked at the table full of snacks in front of Nicole and clicked her tongue a few times.
“Ms. Stanton, your treatment is completely different from every guest. It’s like we‘re serving the royal
family!”
Nicole patiently took a piece of mochi and tasted it. This dessert store’s custom-made snacks have
always been her favorite.
Yvette did not try to fool her with anything else. NICOLE did not make this trip in vain.
Nicole glanced at her. “The royal family? You’re the princess here. What did you say to Lance just now?”
Yvette was stunned. She was seen through by Nicole.
That little smart alec.
“How did you know?”
“Do you really need to ask?” Nicole pursed her lips. “I’ve never seen you hold back your anger. Where
did your prowess go?”
Yvette paused and sighed.
“I wasn’t trying to hold back, but there weren’t any serious consequences, so I didn’t want to make a big
deal out of it.”
Nicole gnashed her teeth. “Don’t be stupid. You’re a master at identifying b*tches. Can’t you tell that she
was messing with you? If something serious actually happened, you won’t even b e able to cry. You’d
want to kill her whole family!”
Yvette pouted. “You and Lance are the same. He said that too, almost verbatim.”
Nicole said, “At least he has a conscience and didn’t try to brush this matter off. Otherwise, I’d be worried
that you’d die of frustration in the future.”
Yvette sat down next to Nicole, made herself a cup of coffee, and spoke with a smile.
“How could that be? Our wedding will be in a few days, and everyone will know that I’m Mrs. Sheldon.
How would anyone in the company dare to look down on me again? Just let them regret it and then rush
to flatter me later!”
Nicole’s mouth twitched. “I can almost see your expression. You’re like a villain who succeeded!”
Yvette laughed loudly without regard for her image.
Then, her smile faded.
“Actually, I’ve learned much more during my time working here than when I was around my
mom.”
Nicole raised her brows. “What do you mean?”
“Here, no one knows that I’m Mrs. Sheldon. Even though they suspect that I came in through the back
door, they still look down on me, isolate me, and reject me. Among my colleagues, no one except Hans
helps me, and no one chats and jokes with me.”
Yvette smiled bitterly.
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