And all these, she owed to Gem Atkinson.
Even at the party, Gem who usually brought just his secretary, favored Forsythia this evening.
Along with intense waves of jealousy and hatred was a fear creeping in, a fear of losing control.
"The evening gown looks good, it should suit you well." Norma Ruby said.
"Director Ruby has good taste."
Coral Ruby still wore her professional smile, leaning in to whisper in Forsythia's ear, "But no matter how good it looks, you will always just be the third party in the affair. Do you understand? My sister will attend the banquet tonight, she is the legitimate one here."
Hearing this, a chill formed on Forsythia's eyebrows and her eyes grew cold.
Seeing the sudden coldness in Forsythia's eyes reminded Coral of Gemm. She felt suddenly chilled and lost the confidence she had.
