Claire Wentworth glanced at the delivery guy and said calmly, "The bone is fine. For the rest, it should be handled by the doctors in the hospital."
The delivery guy's eyes were filled with tears from the pain. Seeing Claire getting up to leave, he quickly grabbed her and said, "And my arm. Could you please take a look at my arm?"
Claire turned around and examined his arm carefully. "It's just a superficial wound. It won't affect your daily life. But I don't have any materials here to bandage it. You still need to go to the hospital." After all, it's more appropriate to leave professional matters to professionals.
Only then did the delivery guy let go of her clothes. However, during this grab and release, the blood on his hand soiled Claire's clothes. For Claire, who was used to saving lives and helping the wounded, getting some blood on her was nothing unusual, and she didn't mind at all.
On the contrary, the delivery guy was extremely embarrassed. "I'm really sorry for soiling your clothes. Could you leave me your phone number? I'll pay you for the dry - cleaning fee when I get my salary."
Claire waved her hand and said gently, "No need. Just be careful when riding your bike in the future."
Soon, the ambulance arrived. Claire watched as the doctors and nurses carried the delivery guy onto the vehicle and then turned to leave. After this incident, the clothes she was wearing were ruined.
"Madame, don't worry. I'll ask Butler Wilson to arrange for someone to send another set of clothes over," Jocelyn said considerately.
"Okay."
Before long, the new clothes were delivered.
Jocelyn drove the car to the side door of the hotel and said to Claire, "Madame, go in through the side door. The restroom is just around the corner. You can go and clean up first. I'll come over as soon as I park the car."
Claire nodded and got out of the car, walking towards the restroom.
Just as she reached the restroom door, it opened from the inside, and a young girl dressed brightly came out. Claire took a closer look and was surprised to find that it was her high - school classmate, Scarlett Dupont.
Scarlett Dupont also saw Claire and was stunned on the spot. "Claire Wentworth, what are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.
Claire replied calmly, "I'm here to attend a banquet."
"Banquet? You don't mean the dinner party of our Dupont family, do you?"
Claire nodded.
Scarlett Dupont looked her up and down, then suddenly sneered. "You, in this state, coming to the Dupont family's dinner party? What on earth are you wearing? It's so dirty. Oh, it's a brand - name item, actually. What a pity. You don't have the right air. Even if you wear brand - name clothes, they look no different from something from a street stall."
Claire looked at her coldly and retorted, "What has the street - stall item done to you?"
Scarlett Dupont was slightly taken aback, then arrogantly raised her head and said with a sneer, "Oh, did my words hurt you?"
Claire replied expressionlessly, "I choose my clothes as I like. I can carry off both brand - name items and street - stall clothes. Because my inner self is noble and doesn't need external embellishment. As for Miss Scarlett Dupont, you'd better not wear street - stall clothes. Hehe."
Scarlett Dupont flew into a rage. "Claire Wentworth, how dare you scold me indirectly?"
"No." Claire stared straight into her eyes and said clearly, "I'm scolding you straightforwardly. After all, you came up to me on your own initiative."
"You!"
Scarlett Dupont was so angry that she raised her hand, wanting to slap Claire. However, as soon as her hand was raised, it was caught by Jocelyn, who had parked the car and rushed over. "What do you think you're doing?" Jocelyn demanded.
"Who are you?" Scarlett Dupont shouted angrily.
Jocelyn blinked and replied unhurriedly, "Oh, I'm our Madame's bodyguard."
"Madame?"
Claire chuckled and introduced herself, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Claire Wentworth, a guest of honor at tonight's Dupont family dinner party, and also the third - young - master's wife of the Montfort family in Metropolis."
Scarlett Dupont's eyes widened in an instant, filled with disbelief. "What did you say? You're the third - young - master's wife of the Montfort family?"
"Does Miss Scarlett Dupont really not know, or is she just unwilling to believe? Are you so out of touch with the news? Are you really from the Dupont family?"
Scarlett Dupont was instantly enraged. She was an illegitimate child of the Dupont family. Although she was sent back to the Dupont family by her biological mother when she was young, her status in the family had always been awkward. She hated it the most when others brought up her identity.
"Go and ask Luc Dupont. He personally invited me."
After saying that, Claire directly walked past her and entered the restroom. Scarlett Dupont involuntarily took a step back to make way for her. Then, she gritted her teeth in anger. The path was so wide, but why did Claire deliberately brush past her? Did becoming the third - young - master's wife of the Montfort family make her so arrogant? Humph!
Scarlett Dupont gave the closed restroom door a fierce glare and then stormed upstairs.
The welcome banquet hosted by the Dupont family for Young Master Montfort from Metropolis was attended by all the prominent figures in Suncrest City. Everyone wanted to build a relationship with Young Master Montfort. After all, those who could enter the social circle of the Dupont family in Suncrest City all had the ambition to climb to a higher position, and the Montfort family in Metropolis might well be the opportunity for them to do so.
The big shots gathered together, discussing topics such as the economic environment, organizational changes, and investment trends. The female companions they brought were scattered around, chatting about various gossips that interested them, adding a lively and colorful touch to the entire venue.
As soon as Scarlett Dupont entered the hall, she went straight to her group of little sisters. Although tonight's event was a welcome banquet for Young Master Montfort, the Dupont family was the organizer, so Scarlett Dupont had invited quite a few little sisters to come and have fun. Coincidentally, these little sisters were also Claire's high - school classmates.
"Guess who I met just now?" Scarlett Dupont sat down in the middle of the group, saying unhappily.
"Who?" the others asked curiously.
"Claire Wentworth."
"Her? She never shows up in public. Why is she at the banquet?"
"Who knows? Maybe it's because Victoire Wentworth is ill, so the Wentworth family brought her here."
Scarlett Dupont deliberately concealed the fact that Claire was the third - young - master's wife of the Montfort family.
"And she's changed a lot. She's wearing all brand - name clothes. Can you imagine that?" Scarlett Dupont described it exaggeratedly.
"With her hunchbacked posture, if she wears brand - name clothes all over, the brand - name items would probably cry."
Everyone burst into laughter at this comment.
"Stop laughing. Some people's confidence comes entirely from brand - name clothes. I was shocked by her arrogant and haughty look when I met her just now."
"Really?"
"If you don't believe me, I'll tell you. She's in the restroom on the first floor right now. Do you want to go and have a look?"
"Okay, let's go and take a look."
A malicious smile flashed across Scarlett Dupont's eyes.
Several young girls immediately got up and went to the first floor. As soon as they entered the lobby, they saw a tall and graceful figure. The champagne - colored evening dress outlined her slender and charming figure. Her jet - black hair was neatly coiled up, making her small face look as white as jade, and her delicate features were clearly distinguishable.
"Is this some celebrity?" someone whispered.
"She looks familiar. She seems to be a celebrity."
"Let's go and get her autograph."
"Okay, let's go."
Following behind them, Scarlett Dupont suddenly coughed and said loudly, "Claire Wentworth, why are you changing your dress in the restroom? Is this dress too expensive? Are you afraid of ruining it if you wear it in advance and can't afford to pay for it, so you can only change it after you arrive? Don't tell me the price tag is still on? If that's the case, you can tell me. I can arrange a lounge for you so that you can change comfortably in the room."
The few people who had thought she was a celebrity were immediately stunned. "You're Claire Wentworth?" they asked in surprise.