My Ex-Wife Is A Big Shot In Disguise novel Chapter 33

"Hey, have you heard of the Hale family's adopted daughter who signed a severance agreement and got kicked out? She showed up at tonight's banquet. Shame on her! If it were me, I'd work in the restaurant where I belonged." The speaker was Cynthia, who helped Sally record videos at the Rose Garden last time.

"Is that for real? Mr. Palmer divorced her, and the Hale family kicked her out. How does she have the qualifications to attend Fanny's fashion gala? Many friends of Fanny's didn't even qualify for an invitation," another woman said.

"What qualifications could she possibly have? She couldn't win favor with Mr. Palmer, so she latched onto a new sugar daddy. The CEO of XR Entertainment, Joe Daves, has you heard of him? She came here with Mr. Daves," a third woman added.

"She's such a slut! Shame on her! The banquet has strict scrutiny, yet they let in a shameless woman like her!" another woman commented.

A group of women holding champagne expressed their disgust after their conversation. When they whispered, dirtier words came out of their mouths. Madison stood nearby, expressionless. It was not surprising she overheard them. The rest area was so large, but these women had to stand in the middle of the dessert area. And their voices weren't quiet, which seemed intentional.

"By the way, isn't that adopted daughter working as a kitchen helper at the Rose Garden? She must reek of grease. How can Mr. Daves stand her?" Cynthia suddenly exclaimed, and the other women burst into laughter.

Madison narrowed her eyes, and coincidentally, a server carrying drinks passed by her. She took a bottle of red wine and walked straight toward Cynthia and her friends. Before their laughter subsided, the bottle of wine poured over their heads, extinguishing their mocking and gossiping and sparking a chorus of screams.

"What the hell? Who did this?" Most of the wine was splashed onto Cynthia, and her scanty clothing was almost entirely soaked, making her look disheveled.

After emptying the bottle, Madison placed it back on the tray of the stunned server. She wiped her hands with a tissue indifferently and spat out three words. "Fuck you guys."

The soft-spoken three words provoked Cynthia, who didn't even bother to find a tissue. Instead, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes. When she saw Madison's casual posture, her hatred peaked.

"Madison Hale!" Cynthia's furious voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of the surrounding guests.

Madison wasn't afraid to make a scene. She casually scratched her ear. "I can hear you, so there's no need to shout so loudly."

"What?" Cynthia was furious. "Do you have any manners? Why did you splash red wine on us? No wonder you're an orphan! You deserved to be abandoned by your parents at birth!"

Madison raised her eyes coolly. The look made Cynthia retreat unconsciously. "What are you looking at?"

Madison chuckled softly. "Ms. Watson, don't you find it ridiculous to talk about manners with me?" She stepped forward, and Cynthia took a step back. She advanced again, and the dessert table was behind Cynthia. The disheveled woman in front of Madison had nowhere to retreat.

"I... I'm telling you, don't come over!" Cynthia shouted, knowing that since Madison dared to splash wine on them, Madison might do something crazier.

Madison sneered. "How dare a coward like you scheme against others? It's a bit of a waste to splash you with this bottle of wine."

"You goddamn..."

"What? Did I say something wrong? You have the guts to spread rumors behind my back, and I splash you with a bottle of red wine from behind. Is there a problem?"

Madison took another bottle of wine, and Cynthia immediately shut her mouth in fear.

Madison chuckled, poured herself a drink, and said, "Don't worry. I won't splash you. This wine isn't cheap. I don't want to waste another." After finishing the glass of wine, she placed it back on the server's tray and turned around, smiling and thanking the server.

No one seemed to criticize Madison for her recklessness.

"My... My pleasure..." The waiter smiled blankly.

However, Cynthia was not willing to let Madison go easily. Despite her embarrassment, she rushed up and blocked Madison's way.

"You splashed wine all over us, and now you're just going to leave like this?"

The onlookers remained silent, holding their drinks, not willing to intervene. Cynthia, however, saw them as her supporters. "Everyone, please judge. We said something about her, and she splashed us with red wine. This evening gown isn't cheap. Can she afford to compensate?"

One of the women stained with wine echoed. "That's right. She's just an adopted daughter kicked out of the Hale family. How did she even get in here?" They had not intended to speak up. After all, they were the ones gossiping behind others' backs. But with Cynthia causing such a scene and so many people watching, they couldn't afford to stay silent.

Madison was surrounded by them and became the target of everyone's criticism.

"What's going on? What's with the fuss here?" A refined voice suddenly came from the crowd. A man in a cream-colored suit appeared in everyone's sight.

Cynthia's eyes immediately lit up with joy. She recognized him as Ethan Smith, the star player of the BIT International Tournament. He is also the eldest son of Fanny and Caius Smith, the CEO of Quantum Dynamics.

After winning the tournament prize, Ethan and his twin brother, Samuel Smith, started a gaming company and created an esports club. Now, he was often referred to as "Mr. Smith."

However, compared to Ethan, Samuel was much more low-key and rarely appeared in public.

Cynthia's look of indignation immediately turned into a look of vulnerability as she leaned over pitifully. "Mr. Smith, look at my dress. It's all because of this woman. How could someone so uncouth be allowed into your fashionable banquet?"

Her thin dress was soaked, and every inch of fabric almost clung to her body, outlining distinct lines that gave different impressions to different people.

When Cynthia's fragile and helpless body almost touched Samuel, a chubby man behind her smiled and teased. "You're so lucky today, Mr. Smith, a knight in shining armor!"

A hint of disgust flashed in Samuel's eyes. As Cynthia's wet arms were about to touch him, he quickly stepped aside.

Cynthia was caught off guard and fell heavily to the ground.

Samuel glanced at her expressionlessly. "Miss, you should put on some clothes first." His words carried a double meaning, and the people present burst into laughter. It was a case of the pot calling the kettle black.

Cynthia's face turned pale, and she wished she could disappear into the ground. She slowly got up from the ground, realizing her plan had failed. Then, she glared at Madison with resentment. "Mr. Smith, my outfit was ruined by her. The organizers should take responsibility for letting her in, right?"

Samuel glanced at her. "Indeed, not just anyone should be allowed in."

Cynthia looked at Madison and smirked triumphantly. 'I'm not gonna let you get away with this, Madison Hale!' she exclaimed in her mind. 'Being kicked out in front of so many people will be even more embarrassing!'

But the next second, Cynthia's smile froze on her face.