Once, Claire Wentworth regarded Lucas Moreau as her sole redemption. However, in reality, the harm he inflicted on her far exceeded that of anyone else.
Claire Wentworth raised her hand to gently touch her cheek. The icy sensation of the dagger against her face seemed to still linger on her skin.
"Mr. Moreau, why are you still helping her? She shamelessly volunteered to marry Young Master Montfort," someone said.
"That's right. On one hand, she's eagerly rushing to marry someone else, and on the other hand, she claims to be forced into a substitute marriage. How can she have it both ways?"
Lucas Moreau's face darkened. First, Claire Wentworth had come up with a marriage - dissolution agreement, and then she had publicly called out to Young Master Montfort in front of so many guests, saying she wanted to marry him...
At first, she had clearly been following him. No matter how he treated her, she never let go. But suddenly, she left with someone else.
That sense of loss at being betrayed made his heart feel incredibly stifled.
"Claire, I believe you have your reasons. Just tell me..."
Claire Wentworth turned around and faced him directly. "I have no reasons. I willingly married Young Master Montfort. After all, in terms of appearance, power, charisma, and capabilities, he is thousands of times better than you."
The surroundings fell silent instantly.
Lucas Moreau's face tightened abruptly. "Claire Wentworth, do you not understand what's good for you? I'm trying to help you!"
"What have you helped me with? All you said was a casual 'What are you talking about?' Lucas Moreau, from childhood to now, every time you only say this one sentence and then do nothing. It seems like you're speaking up for me, but every time, after you say that, I get bullied even more!"
"Just like just now, if you hadn't said anything, they might not have thought of using words like 'eagerly rushing' to scold me. So, should I thank you for enriching their vocabulary for scolding me?"
"Claire Wentworth, how can you think like this?"
Lucas Moreau looked utterly incredulous. How could she misinterpret his actions like this? He was clearly trying to help her.
"Then how should I think?"
Claire Wentworth's gaze towards him was icy cold.
Lucas Moreau shuddered involuntarily.
"Mr. Moreau, don't pay attention to someone like her who gets carried away as soon as she gains some power."
Ethan Wentworth gave Claire Wentworth a sideways glance. "You'd better pray that the person you've latched onto lives a bit longer!"
A series of soft sneers immediately sounded around.
"It's so ridiculous. She thinks marrying a man will change everything. Once that man dies, she'll end up with nothing."
"Exactly. Compared to Victoire Wentworth, Claire Wentworth is really inferior."
"As long as Victoire remains the savior, even if Young Master Montfort passes away, the Montfort family will still recognize this favor. Triumph Group can casually give out some benefits, and that would be enough for our Wentworth family."
Claire Wentworth frowned.
At this moment, Victoire Wentworth walked up to her. Dressed in a white dress, Victoire was beaming with joy and pride. She said in a sickeningly affectionate tone, "Sister, you're here."
This greeting won her numerous admiring glances. Look, this is the demeanor of a refined lady. No matter how unreliable her sister is, she can be cordial, neither humble nor arrogant, and maintain an elegant appearance.
Claire Wentworth looked at her, her eyes turning cold. "When did you become Young Master Montfort's savior?"
Victoire Wentworth didn't answer her question. Instead, she turned to the people around and smiled. "Oh, everyone, what are you all gathering here for? Aren't the delicious food and wine we carefully prepared attractive enough?"
Everyone thought that Victoire Wentworth was taking the heat off Claire Wentworth and couldn't help but praise her again.
Looking at Claire Wentworth, she didn't show a single smile from beginning to end.
It was clear at a glance who was superior and who was inferior.
After everyone dispersed, Victoire Wentworth raised her hand to tidy her hair and casually tugged at the necklace around her neck. "Sister, don't think I don't know that secret. Dare you say that it was you who saved Young Master Montfort?"
As she spoke, she slightly turned her body. While Claire Wentworth was still pondering her words, she picked up the cake - cutting knife and stuffed it into Claire Wentworth's hand without hesitation.
Then, with force, she pulled Claire Wentworth towards the table where the cake was placed.
Amidst a series of "crashing" sounds, Victoire Wentworth let out a miserable and panicked scream. "No! Sister, no, don't ruin my face..."
In an instant, the attention of everyone in the room was drawn to the commotion.
Victoire Wentworth's face was covered in tears as she tightly grasped Claire Wentworth's hand. In Claire Wentworth's hand, a cold - glinting knife was pointed at Victoire Wentworth's face.
Victoire Wentworth struggled and cried out, "Sister, don't do this. Don't ruin my face. You can take the credit for saving him. Just pretend it was you who saved Young Master Montfort. I promise I won't tell him the truth. Please, please calm down..."
Lucas Moreau rushed over.
Only after Lucas Moreau grabbed the knife did Victoire Wentworth let go of Claire Wentworth's hand with relief.
Lucas Moreau glared at Claire Wentworth with disgust. "Claire Wentworth, Victoire is your sister. How could you be so cruel?"
Claire Wentworth frowned, once again disgusted by Victoire Wentworth's malicious act.
Victoire Wentworth secretly felt proud in her eyes, but on the surface, she was crying bitterly. "Sister, we're sisters. How could you...?"
"I know you're not having a good time in the Montfort family. If you want to be Young Master Montfort's savior, then go ahead. I'll give it to you. I won't compete with you."
"Don't worry. From now on, I'll definitely avoid Young Master Montfort. I won't let him see my face."
The guests, upon hearing her words, filled in the blanks with their own imaginations.
As a result, the relatives of the Wentworth family began to blame Claire Wentworth.
"Claire Wentworth, how could you be so vicious!"
"To fight for the title of savior, you actually want to ruin your sister's face! How heartless you are!"
"Think about how Victoire treated you. She regarded you as her sister, but you want to ruin her!"
"How can you be so inhumane!"
Amidst the chatter of the crowd, Antoine Wentworth walked out from the back of the crowd with a sullen face. He gave Claire Wentworth a dissatisfied look. "Victoire saved Young Master Montfort and brought bank loans and orders to our Wentworth family. But what about you? You married Young Master Montfort, yet you can't help the family at all. You only think about yourself. Now you even want to steal your sister's credit to curry favor with Young Master Montfort!"
"Even worse, in order to grab the credit, you actually want to ruin your sister's face! Claire Wentworth, when did you become so vicious?"
In a blink of an eye, everyone present believed that Claire Wentworth was not favored in the Montfort family, so she wanted to steal Victoire Wentworth's credit and become Young Master Montfort's savior.
Claire Wentworth listened to the commotion around her and slowly clenched her fists.
What a wonderful show! So this was what they had been waiting for her.
Hehe!
Claire Wentworth twitched the corner of her mouth, and holding the knife, she really walked towards Victoire Wentworth.
The sharp blade instantly cut through Victoire Wentworth's skirt. The cold blade pressed against her body and slowly moved towards her cheek.
Watching Victoire Wentworth's expression change from a hidden sense of pleasure to fear, Claire Wentworth sneered. "My dear sister, since you've put the knife in my hand, if I don't leave you with a memento, I'd be ungrateful for your 'kindness'!"
"Since you claim to have saved Young Master Montfort, let's see if he will come to save you, his'savior'!"
With that, the blade flashed, and Victoire Wentworth let out a loud scream.
She regretted it! This woman was simply crazy!
"Stop!"
A cold male voice instantly shattered the chaos at the banquet.