Chapter 187

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Sophia Sullivan's group prepared to move to the next exhibition hall.

They turned around.

And came face to face with Victoria Roscente.

Olivia Lopez let out an exaggerated, "Whoa!"

Sophia's expression remained calm.

She coolly averted her gaze.

She and Victoria were strangers now.

Basic courtesy wasn't even necessary.

They could just pretend not to know each other.

It was less awkward for everyone that way.

Unexpectedly, Victoria took two proactive steps forward.

She smiled and greeted, "Sophia, you're visiting The Louvre too?"

David Sullivan and Isabella Sullivan exchanged a glance.

An acquaintance?

They hadn't heard their daughter knew this person…

They were curious about Victoria's identity.

Olivia leaned in and whispered a few words into their ears.

Isabella's gaze towards Victoria instantly changed.

David's smile vanished.

His eyes turned sharp in an instant.

Victoria felt awkward.

She was about to speak.

But Deborah Melville impatiently urged from the side—

"What's the holdup? Hurry up and leave! It's stuffy and hot in here, and it reeks of mildew! It's disgusting!"

Tyson Richter chimed in, "Yeah! I wish we hadn't come. Who cares about this dead people's stuff? Mom, I'm hungry."

Deborah lifted her chin.

She ordered Victoria, "Where's the food? Go buy some for my son. Make it good and expensive!"

Victoria wished she could vanish into the ground.

Sophia and Olivia exchanged a look.

Surprise was evident in both their eyes.

How could Victoria…

Tolerate such humiliation?

She was like a complete doormat!

Who were these two people?

Olivia's eyes gleamed.

She smiled at Tyson. "Hello, may I ask your name…"

A beautiful woman was initiating conversation.

Tyson's eyes lit up. "I'm Tyson Richter! And you?"

The surname Richter…

Sophia's gaze deepened.

She had already learned from Olivia that Isabella Langley had miscarried.

She was abandoned at the hospital.

Victoria showed no concern.

Ethan Roscente was also disgusted with her.

It had finally come to this.

The worst possible outcome.

After hearing it,

Sophia felt no satisfaction.

Only a sigh for another woman's tragic fate.

She threw away her education.

Ruined her health.

Lost her reputation and virtue.

All to keep a man…

Was it worth it?

Sophia felt immensely grateful.

Even after six years of foolishness,

She still had the chance to walk away.

Olivia asked, "And your relationship with Mrs. Roscente is…"

Tyson couldn't wait to answer. "She's taking us around The Louvre. So boring! We told her to leave, but she won't. She's like an idiot!"

Olivia suddenly understood.

She must have some leverage over her.

That's why she had to grovel like this.

"Auntie Victoria is so amusing! Usually surrounded by sycophants, who knew she'd one day be someone's little errand girl, running around, working herself to death. How does it feel? Quite novel, isn't it?"

Victoria gritted her teeth. "Olivia Lopez! Don't go too far! I am your elder!"

Olivia scoffed. "Please. The Lopez family has nothing to do with the Roscentes. Stop pulling rank."

"Besides, I'm not wrong! Aren't you a little errand girl? Oh, there is a difference—at least those people didn't have to be punching bags too!"

The words were too sharp.

They directly stabbed Victoria's sore spot.

Her face turned pale, then flushed.

It was a spectacular display.

"Sophia, Uncle, Auntie, let's go. There's nothing to say to people like this."

Deborah watched the group leave.

She glanced at Victoria's livid expression. "Tsk tsk, you've really offended a lot of people, haven't you?"

No wonder she's so detestable!

Victoria: "…"

The minor incident didn't affect Sophia's group's mood.

They finished touring two other exhibition halls.

Then found a Western restaurant for dinner.

"This place isn't cheap, is it?" Isabella could tell just from the entrance it was upscale.

Sophia linked arms with her. "We don't get out often. Of course I want to treat you to something different."

Isabella smiled.

She didn't want to spoil the mood.

David thought, how expensive could it be?

He looked at the menu.

And almost jumped out of his seat.

"The cheapest steak is over a thousand?!"

Sophia soothed him. "I have a membership card. We get a discount."

"Oh, oh, that's better…" He sat back down.

He took a sip of his lemon water.

And casually asked, "What's the discount?"

Sophia: "Five percent off."

"Pfft—"

"Dad! Composure! Image!"

Olivia laughed like a fool beside them.

Ha ha ha ha…

The dishes arrived one after another.

Once they tasted the food,

David had to admit.

You get what you pay for.

Meanwhile.

Deborah and her son had a quick, unsatisfactory bite at The Louvre.

It wasn't enough.

And it didn't taste good.

After they left,

She gave a signal.

Tyson proposed then: "I want Western food! The most expensive, highest-end kind! Don't try to fool me, or I'll just go to another place and keep eating."

Victoria: "…"

I just want to die!

By a strange twist of fate,

The restaurant Victoria chose happened to be the same one Sophia brought her parents to.

Their tables were adjacent.

The Western restaurant's booths were semi-private.

Neighboring tables could even hear the clinking of cutlery.

Let alone conversation.

The server brought a tablet to take their order.

Deborah had never had Western food.

She instinctively looked at her son.

Tyson wasn't looking at the menu.

Nor at his mother.

His eyes were glued lecherously to the tall, curvaceous server.

Extremely creepy.

The server endured the discomfort.

She took two steps back.

Standing further away.

Deborah completely missed her son's intentions.

Even if she had noticed, she wouldn't have cared.

It was just looking.

No skin off her nose.

The curly English script on the menu gave her a headache.

She couldn't be bothered to ask Victoria.

She just pointed randomly.

She ordered whatever picture looked good.

She didn't understand appetizers, mains, or desserts.

When the food finally arrived,

There were few hot dishes.

Mostly appetizers and desserts.

Under the server's strange stare,

Deborah urged her son.

They happily started eating.

Victoria: "…"

She just wanted to cover her face and run away.

Someone save me!

Sophia had noticed who was next door long ago.

But so what?

Her energy was limited.

She had no time to pay attention to strangers.

"Dad, try my Beef Wellington. It's the signature dish. Tastes pretty good…"

She cut a piece.

And forked it onto David's plate.

Isabella protested. "Why only for your dad?"

Sophia sighed. "I wanted to give some to my dear mother too, but Mrs. Isabella Sullivan doesn't like food others have touched, I have to be careful, right?"

Isabella had her little quirks.

But—

"Is my daughter 'others'?"

Sophia quickly served her a piece of steak.

Bigger and more tender than David's.

Isabella: "That's more like it…"

Olivia watched their family of three.

A flash of envy in her eyes.

Although Deborah and Tyson had impressive appetites,

They still left a lot.

She asked Victoria, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Victoria really wanted to reply: Looking at you kills my appetite, how could I eat?

But the words that came out were: "I'm not hungry. I need to use the restroom."

As she stood up,

She heard the laughter and cheerful conversation from next door.

David and Isabella ate elegantly.

They sat with ease and composure.

Victoria's heart soured with intense jealousy.

And regret.

What on earth had blinded her?

To make her reject Sophia Sullivan.

And choose Isabella Langley?

And end up with such a bizarre family!