Chapter 161

“Excellent, send me the address, and I’ll head there right away,” she responded.

Upon arriving at the Hermes store, Sadie encountered Isabel and Kyla. Their presence was unwelcome, like an ill omen.

Isabel, clad in opulent attire, lounged on the sofa while store employees showcased the latest handbags. Kyla stood elegantly beside Isabel, her smile poised and courteous. As soon as Isabel spotted Sadie, her expression soured, her eyes flashing with open disdain. The atmosphere became tense.

Taking a deep breath, Sadie, having already noticed them, strove to remain composed.

“Oh, isn’t this Sadie?” Isabel’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “I didn’t expect you to still be around after three years.”

“It’s been a long time, Mrs. Wall,” Sadie responded, keeping her voice even.

“Well?” Isabel sneered, eyeing Sadie contemptuously. “I thought you had disappeared. So, have you climbed another social ladder and decided it was safe to show your face again?”

“Please show some respect, Mrs. Wall,” Sadie countered, her own expression hardening. She was not the same person who could be easily intimidated like she was three years ago.

Isabel laughed mockingly. “You were ousted from the Wall family. What right do you have to demand respect from me? If it hadn’t been for Noah’s momentary lapse, did you really think you would have married into the Wall family?”

Sadie inhaled deeply, knowing arguing with Isabel was futile.

“Why the silence? Lost for words?” Isabel taunted. “What else can a woman like you do besides degrading yourself?”

Kyla attempted to intervene, tugging at Isabel’s sleeve and whispering, “Let it go. Don’t stoop to her level.”

Sadie scoffed coldly, fixing her gaze on Kyla. “You really have a heart of gold, Miss Wade. Anyone who doesn’t know better might think you’re a saint.”

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“What do you mean?” Kyla’s face fell.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Sadie shot back. “Don’t assume your actions are a secret.”

“Damn you!” Kyla snapped, anger flaring.

Seeing Kyla flustered made Isabel even angrier. “You wretch, how dare you speak to Kyla that way!”

With that, Isabel raised her hand, aiming to slap Sadie.

But Sadie was prepared, smoothly stepping aside to dodge the slap and catching Isabel’s wrist in a firm grip.

“Please, Mrs. Wall, show some respect,” Sadie said icily.

Isabel hadn’t expected Sadie to retaliate. She winced as her wrist throbbed with pain.

Flushing with fury, she demanded, “Let go of me!”

A sales assistant, caught in the unfolding drama, rushed forward to intervene. “Ladies, please, let’s keep calm. This is a public place…” She found herself in a precarious position, caught between a member of the Wall family and the assertive Sadie, aware that she could not afford to offend either.

The assistant faltered, unsure of how to proceed.

Sadie, refocusing on her original intent, moved past Isabel. She addressed the sales assistant, her tone easing slightly. “Excuse me, could you please bring me the orange Kelly? I called ahead about it.”

Relieved, the assistant quickly brought the handbag and handed it respectfully to Sadie.

Isabel seethed as she observed Sadie’s composed manner. How could she stand being treated like this? Unable to accept the shift in their dynamics from three years ago, when Sadie was subservient to her, Isabel felt her anger intensify.

“Wait a minute!” Isabel called out sharply, pointing at the orange bag. “I want that bag. I’ll pay double.” noveldrama

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